"OOOHHHH ... SUCK THEM ... SUCK THEM ... THAT'S IT BUT DON'T TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF YET ... JUST SUCK THEM THROUGH THE BLOUSE ... OH, THAT'S IT ... OHHH, BABY ... OHHHH ..."
Mavis Richards pulled up short at the sound of the moans drifting out through the cabin window. At first she'd had some trouble telling just what the sound was. It had almost sounded like someone in pain. But if it was pain, it was sweet pain, there could be no doubt about that now. No sir, no doubt at all.
Someone seemed to be getting it on, and getting it on very hot and heavy indeed, and they didn't seem to mind at all who knew about it!
Mavis took a moment to look around and get her bearings. She and the kids had only arrived at Sunny Acres earlier that morning, and she still was working at getting the layout of the place straight in her mind.
Now she had it. She was behind cabin Number Seven. One of the units that had been rented out by the owner before she and her children had arrived to take charge for the summer. Number Seven ... Number Seven ... her mind clicked back until she had it. Of course! The Jordans ...
"Ohhhh, Mike ..." the voice from inside the cabin crooned again. "Ohhh, you know how to keep your woman so happy ... ohhhh, darling ... ummm ... mmmmm ... work your tongue like that some more ... uhmmmm ... ohhhh ..."
Mavis Richards took another look around her, feeling the blood begin to race a little more hotly through her veins, to begin pounding at her temples.
There was no one around. She had been coming down the thickly foliaged pathway that ran behind some of the cabins, on her way back to the office after a brief stroll through the woods. She could not only not see anyone from where she now stood, but the area was so overgrown with shrubs and trees that she was quite certain that she herself could not be seen either.
Mavis was an attractive, slim, extremely well-preserved brunette in her early thirties, and even the somewhat confused frown that now bent down the corners of her lush mouth could not mar the earthy, sensual beauty of her softly sculpted face.
Yes, Mavis was confused. Confused, and torn. Torn between knowing what she wanted to do, and knowing that she shouldn't do it!
Could anyone blame Mavis for wanting to peek? Especially considering how long--how very, very long--it had been since she'd had a man of her own?
The next series of moans from the window made up the young mother's mind for her.
"Ohhhh, Christ, Mike ... that's it ... finger me through the jeans ... ohhhh, Lord -"
Mavis gulped so loudly that she was somewhat surprised that the young couple inside couldn't hear her. But of course that was foolish. Even if the noise had been that loud, they certainly had enough other diversions to occupy their attentions, didn't they?
Well, it sure sounded like they did and, despite her more rational inclinations to the contrary, Mavis Richards planned to find out for sure.
She parted some bushes and took the last remaining step to the back wall of the cabin. The nipples under her clinging summer blouse were erect and hard, poking through the sheer material as if they were trying to escape. As the branch of a nearby tree brushed across the excited tips, Mavis felt a tremor course through her body that surprised her as much as it excited her.
I really am turned on! she thought to herself. This ... this is crazy! I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know it's not right, but ... I'm soooo excited!
With this last battle over her conscience won, Mavis drew her face closer to the open window. She peeked slowly around the sill, cautiously at first, and then throwing caution to the wind as she caught an eyeful of the scene before her, and as she realized how safe she was from danger of discovery.
It was very doubtful, to say the least, that either of the people in the bedroom before her would bother taking the time out from what they were doing to gaze out a window!
Mavis peered in just as the girl on the bed gave another long, lusty moan.
"Mmmmm ... Mike ... I love it, baby ... I love it ... ohhhh, suck my nipples, baby ... mmmmmm ..."
The young couple was stretched out across the large queen-size bed, which was still made. They were both fully dressed, casually in jeans, but it was obvious that they weren't going to stay that way for long!
Mike Jordan was a firm-muscled, husky brute of a young man, and at that moment he was pumping the upper thigh of one of his legs up and down across the crotch of the girl under him. At the same time his head was bowed and he was playing with one of her firm young titties, and sucking hard at the other one through the material of her blouse.
This was driving shapely, red-haired Lana Jordan more than a little crazy! From the window, Mavis could see wet, clinging material holding lovingly to the boob which Mike was kneading with his strong left hand. Apparently that had been sucked and nibbled through the blouse too, the same way he was now going after the other one.
Mavis watched as Mike had his fun with his young wife's quivering titties. The sucking sounds he made as he drew the material of the blouse into his mouth filled the room. Once the material, and the titty-tip beneath it, were deep in his sucking mouth, he set his tongue and teeth to work, flicking, licking and nibbling, while all the time continuing to hand-play the other boob and work his knee around the tight crotch of the girl's jeans.
"Lord, now ... NOW," panted the redhead. "Take my clothes off, honey ... strip me ... please ... strip me and fuck me ... I'm-I'm dripping wet for you, baby!!"
At the window, Mavis bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes glued unblinkingly on the scene before her. In her fascination she did not even realize that one of her hands had dipped down to one of her own titties; that as she watched young Lana Jordan get her boobs fiddled with, so did she begin to stroke one, and then the other, of her own aroused nipples through the material of her blouse.
You think you're horny, she felt like saying out loud to the chick on the bed. Honey, if only you knew how lucky you are. If you only knew how long it's been since I've had a man with a good mouth and a good tongue and good hands, running them over my hot boobs!
On the bed, Mike Jordan was more than happy to comply with his young bride's wishes. He propped himself back up off her, resting on his haunches, and undid the buttons of her blouse, doing it slowly, one button at a time, to heighten the effect on her.
The girl was so horned up that she could hardly keep still, twisting on the bedspread and bringing her own hands down between her legs. The tip of her tongue was out between her wet lips and her breath was coming in short, choking gasps as she diddled her pussy through the material of her jeans.
"H-hurry, honey," she panted. "I've got to have you ... I need that big hard prick of yours up my cunt sooo bad ... hurry ... hurry, please!!"
Handsome Mike Jordan chuckled as his eyes dropped to her fingers ravaging her crotch.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked teasingly. "Is your old man too slow for you?"
She giggled as his fingers worked free the last button of her blouse and parted it over the freckled, milky whiteness of her smooth shoulders.
"My old man's just perfect!" she said, propping herself up on one curved arm. "It's just that I just realized how selfish I've been. You've been doing all the work! Lay down, honey, and let me go to work on you!"
Mike Jordan gave a lusty laugh. "Okay, baby," he grinned. "Anything to keep peace in the family! But not until I get to see that fine ass and pussy of yours!"
Unfastening her jeans, he rolled them and the girl's panties down her sexily curved legs, taking the clothes and tossing them in a ball somewhere across the room. Then he settled back with his head on a pillow, his arms curved behind his neck, and an expectant smile on his strong, handsome face.
"Okay, you foxy little bitch," he grinned. "Go ahead and let's see what you can do!"
Lana accepted the invitation with a purr. She knelt beside him and leaned over to work at the buttons of his shirt, and her full, healthy young titties swayed breathtakingly before his face, the erect nipples hard and red like tiny cherry candies, just waiting to be nibbled.
But Mike held off. She wanted to do the work for a while, and that was just fine with him! He closed his eyes and sighed with contentment as she undid his shirt and slipped it from him, her long-nailed fingers scraping and teasing lightly across the flesh of his chest, titillating him like some soft erotic summer breeze.
Outside the cabin, Mavis Richards felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of that bared, bronzed chest with its mat of silky masculine hair. And now her eyes dropped to the girl's hands as they worked at the belt and zipper of Mike's jeans.
Mavis felt the warm, glowing sensation that had been centered in her loins since she'd heard that first moan turn into a burning, stabbing fire. God, he was a beautiful man. What arms! What a chest! What a smile!
The flames that now centered in her pussy grew even hotter as Mavis waited to see what kind of a cock this healthy young stud was going to have.
And she was not to be disappointed ...
The belt and zipper loosened, Lana Jordan rolled the blue jeans down from her husband's hips. He wore no underwear, and all of a sudden ... thwappp! It was obvious that playing with his wife had turned Mike on more than a little. Freed from the confines of his pants, his healthy, aroused pecker snapped to attention and quivered at full staff, ready for action.
Two women gasped at the sight of that tool. Lana, because she knew how much pleasure it was capable of giving her--how much pleasure it would give her horny little pussy in only a few minutes--and Mavis because, far from being disappointed, it had excited her even more than she had thought it would!
It's beautiful, she thought. It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life ...
Mike Jordan's dick was a thing of natural art, to be sure.
Measuring a full ten inches in length, it seemed to throb at that moment with a life of its own, the thick blue veins running along it throbbing, pulsating with his need, the tiny gob of pre-cum juice oozing from the slit and sparkling in the afternoon sun.
All rational thought had by this time fled from the mind of the young mother. She had been swept away by her own horny desires and, almost without her knowing it, both of her hands were now busy. She was leaning against the outside wall of the cabin, her attention riveted on the action within. One hand was still playing with one of her tits. She was playing with it hard now, mauling the whole thing with her palm and flicking the nipple with her thumb. At the same time her other hand had drifted down to the crotch of her slacks, and she was gently rotating her middle three fingers over the mound of her burning twat. Even through the material she could feel the warm wetness that was oozing there.
Her breath was shallow and hurried. She was unaware of the beads of perspiration on her smooth, lovely forehead. The fingers of both hands moved faster and faster.
My God, she thought. What I wouldn't give for a man of my own right now. For a cock to be thrust up my own hot pussy. Ohhh, I need it so bad. I need it so very bad ...
Inside the cabin, Lana had by this time gotten over the initial thrill she always experienced when she first set eyes on her husband's prick. She knew damn well what a lucky girl she was, to not only have a man so endowed, but to have a man who knew how to use what Nature had given him! Without further ado, she got down to business.
Kneeling beside him, she took his balls in one of her hands and began playing with them, kneading them, while with the other hand she commenced stroking the tower of muscle with smooth, long caresses.
Now it was Mike's turn to moan.
"Ohhh, go to it, doll," he gasped. "Go to it. You play with me so nice ... so goddamn nice!"
Gently teasing and squeezing his cum-filled rocks, she let the tips of her curved fingers occasionally stray to the puckered rim of his ass, and whenever one of the long nails made contact with the sensitive flesh, the man would writhe in a fit of pleasure. Occasionally the masturbating hand would stop at the very tip of his pulsating cock and the nails of her other hand would waggle teasingly back and forth just beneath the head. Then the steady up-down stroking would continue, and before long Mike Jordan's hips were pumping like crazy.
More than once he seemed on the verge of cumming, of exploding his hot cream all over her stroking hand. But each time she sensed him ready to erupt, the fingers would slow down, she would let the embers of his lust cool, but again only momentarily, and then the maddening up-down motion, and the teasing ass-scratching, would continue.
Mike reached up and palmed her swaying, melon-like titties. His eyes were closed with passion.
"Baby ... baby, please ... you know what I like," he groaned. "Your mouth ... take my prick in your mouth ... suck it, baby ... you know what I like ... please ..."
"It's coming, baby," she promised softly. "It's coming ... and you will be too."
So saying, as she continued what she was doing with both of her hands, she bent forward and, parting her lips slightly, began nibbling and tongue-flicking around Mike's neck and ears. Coming around to his face she kissed him long and passionately.
And then she began the long, slow, teasing trek downward. His hips arched up in anticipation and he slid both his hands to the sides of her head, letting his fingers run and curl through her long red hair. His whole body seemed to grow tense.
A long, low moan escaped his lips. "Ohhhh, Christ, baby," he sighed. "That mouth of yours ... you know just what to do with it ..." Down across his chest her parted, teasing lips moved, until they came to his nipples. She stopped there, nibbling and teasing at one with her flashing white teeth, and then at the other; teasing them just the way she liked to have her titties played with. And all the while her hand pumped up and down on his thick, horny cock.
"Oohhhh ... ummmm ..." he groaned, lost in his own wild, swirling vortex of lust. "Ooooo ... I can't wait, Lana ... suck me, mama ... suck me ..."
But Lana, was not to be hurried.
After teasing his nipples for nearly two minutes, she continued the trip downward. Everywhere her mouth touched, she delivered delicious little butterfly kisses to his quivering torso, the teeth biting and teasing, the tongue swirling, while one of her hands kept right on masturbating his hard-on and the other finger-fucked his pulsating asshole.
Lana Jordan was one fine lover, and Mike Jordan damn well knew it. Every nerve in his body was tingling and aching for release!
At last, Lana made it. She nuzzled through his wiry forest of pubic hair, and her flicking tongue finally came to rest at the base of his massive, excited cock.
With both of her hands still busy, she now added another dimension to his pleasure as she puckered her lips and blew a hot, teasing stream of air up and down the length of his cock, giving it an occasional kiss along the route.
She looked up along the length of his body and their eyes met. "What would you like now, my big horny bull?" she asked him with a smile.
He couldn't help but moan. "Y-you know damn well what I want, baby," he gasped. "Mouth-fuck me, mama ... please ... let me screw your face ..."
"Sure, baby," she said softly. "Sure."
Moving her hand from his ass for a moment, she used it to cup his tight, aching balls. With the other hand she lightly grasped his prick about halfway up. Then, flicking her tongue across her lips until they were wet and glistening with saliva, she opened her sensuously shaped mouth, bowed her head, and allowed the full length of hard, hot meat to slide into her, until the throbbing red head was rubbing against the inside of her throat.
The instant this happened, Mavis Richards knew what she would have to do. There was no other way. Her throat was so thick she couldn't have spoken to save her life right then. Her nipples ached for another's touch. But, more important than any of that, was her pussy.
Her hot, burning pussy.
Her pussy that needed attention so bad. Her pussy that burned with lust just beneath the material of her slacks, from both the sights and sounds taking place before her, as well as from the attention she was giving it with her own rotating, pleasure-giving fingers.
Her pussy ... dripping, quivering, staining both her panties and her slacks until her fingertips that played there were moist from her juices.
As Lana Jordan began giving her husband head, Mavis Richards could not help but moan.
God, they're beautiful, she thought. So sexy, so beautiful. Oh my God look at them ... look at her fine young body ... look at that lovely cock, ready to fill her with gobs of hot cum ... listen to them moan ... ohhh ... ohhh my pussy needs it so bad ... I-I have to do it! I have to!!
Giving one last, hurried look around to make sure that no one was watching, Mavis did not waste another moment. The hot need for sex would not let her!
She leaned back against the cabin, taking her eyes from the couple within for just an instant, and undid the belt and zipper of her jeans. She was really breathing hard now. Gasping, was more like it. She couldn't remember ever having been so turned on.
Oh sure, ever since Vic had divorced her those many years ago, she had done her share of masturbating, but it had always been in total privacy, with the lights off, with only vague fantasies to turn her on and get her off. But this ... this was real! This was no fantasy. There were real people toying and playing with each other in there, and it was more exciting than anything Mavis Richards had ever known.
With the slacks undone, she slid them down her legs. Lifting one leg, she slipped her foot out of them. And that was all she had time for. There was no time for the other leg. Not now. Now there was only time to do it!
When she looked back in the window, she saw that, although she had been away for only an instant, things had changed.
Apparently, good as Lana Jordan's deep-throat technique was, Mike had chosen to go the pussy route. Or maybe Lana herself had begged to get on with it, so that she too could get back in the swing of things.
In any event, when Mavis peered in this time, Lana was stretched out on her back sideways across the bed with her legs wrapped tightly around her husband's waist, and his ass was quivering before Mavis' eyes as he fucked away at the lovely red-haired bitch.
"Ahhhh ... uuummmm," Lana moaned. "Fuck me, baby ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... ahhh ... mmmm ..."
Mavis stared unblinkingly at the fuck action on the bed while both of her own hands went immediately to work. Her left hand cupped her left tittie through her blouse and her thumb and index finger went to work on the nipple, teasing and twisting and pulling at it with wild abandon. Her right hand dropped to the hot bush between her legs.
She was dripping wet already, her cum juices dribbling down her inner thighs. Her index and middle fingers found her erect, burning clitoris and started rotating there, and right away tremors of pre-orgasmic delight coursed through her turned-on body.
"Ohhhh ... oooooo," Lana groaned inside the cabin.
"Mmmmm ... ahhhh," Mavis moaned outside.
"Uhhhh ... mmmmpppphhhhfff ..." grunted Mike as he fucked his beautiful wife.
The couple on the bed was completely gone now, and Mavis was riding right along with them, her hand whipping her cunt furiously as Lana and Mike ground their torsos against each other, the springs of the bed groaning madly beneath them and, for the first time, the sweet, tangy scent of their lovemaking actually drifting out across the room and through the window to further heighten the sensations racing through the horny voyeur's hot body as she finger-fucked herself towards her fiery climax.
Lana's long fingernails were clawing and scratching wildly at Mike's back.
"Mike ... Mike ... oh, like that ... deep ... deep ... ohhhhh ... deep ... ohhhh ... mmmmmm ..."
"Ohhh, baby, oh baby," Mike kept groaning over and over as he thrust his burning cock in and out of her hot, sucking cunt.
Suddenly Lana grasped him to her with her legs even tighter than before. He cupped her firm, quivering ass with his hands and her whole body seemed to lift off the bed.
"I-I'm there!!" she screamed. "Ohmygod ... I-I'M ... I'M CUMMIINNNGGG!!"
"OHHH BAAABBBYYY!!" Mike gasped, and that was the moment Mavis had been waiting for.
"OOOOHHH, MMMPPPHHH ..." she moaned as her cunt exploded under her fingers.
They all came together!
Standing there, rocking and swaying against the wall, wave after warm, beautiful wave of passion washed over the masturbating mother, as inside on the bed the young husband and wife gripped each other soulfully, his cock lodged to its full length within her, throbbing and exploding its gift of thick, hot cum while her own juices pumped and dripped from between them, soaking the bed beneath.
Although it seemed to last for a delicious eternity, the moment of Mavis' climax was but perhaps only a half-minute in duration. But even at that, it was the most beautiful, thunderous orgasm she could remember, and when it had finally flowed from her, she could only pull herself away from the window and lean back against the wall for another full minute, to catch her breath and let her hammering heart return to normal.
Slowly but surely, her senses returned. Taking another look around, and seeing that no one had discovered her, she took a last peek over the windowsill at the Jordans' bedroom.
Things had slowed down for them too. They lay on their backs now, under the covers, and Mike was holding Lana against his side. Both of them had contented, lazy smiles on their lips and their eyes were closed ... which was a good thing, Mavis suddenly realized with a start. From where they lay now, if their eyes had been open, they could not have helped but see her peering in on them.
This realization helped to speed her along on the road to recovering her senses, and without taking the time to look in again, she reached down and slid back into her slacks.
The warm afterglow of sex was now being replaced by a creeping sense of guilt and shame at what she had done ...
But there was no time to entertain such thoughts now. Every moment she spent there, she now realized, only increased the chances of her being discovered, and discovery ... well, she couldn't even face the prospect of that in her mind.
And so, making sure that everything about her was again at least relatively in order, Mrs. Mavis Richards left the back wall of the Jordan cabin and returned to the sheltered, winding path that led back to the woods.
And never once did she see her fifteen-year-old son Billy.
Billy who, from his hidden vantage point behind a tree some three yards away, had witnessed the whole thing ...
Chapter 2
Mavis was troubled, and she needed to be alone.
All around her, Nature was in its glory. She had strolled deep into the woods after leaving the Jordans' cabin, and it seemed like another world out here. Pure and clean and fresh, with the songs of birds and crickets filling the afternoon and the scent of the clean air and the pine trees causing her senses to tingle pleasantly.
She sank down onto a fallen log with a sigh and looked for a long while into space, seeing nothing. But it wasn't another world. It was the same world. The same world here in the woods as back there at Sunny Acres, behind the cabin of those young newlyweds.
It was the same world ... and it was a confusing one.
Confusing, certainly, to a young mother who had done her best to raise her two children by setting a good example. She had been divorced from her husband for six years now, and during that time, sure, she had had an occasional one-night stand. She was, after all, in the supposed prime of her sexual life, wasn't she? But it had always been very, very discreet. After all, she didn't want her children growing up thinking their mother was some kind of cheap tramp. She had never tried to prevent their sexual education, for she was a very aware, modern woman, but at the same time ... well, there were just certain standards of good moral behavior that a mother of two felt obligated to observe and to live by.
And the thing was, it had never been difficult for Mavis Richards to live by those standards. She and the kids lived in a modest, middle-income neighborhood in Milwaukee, and all of their neighbors were respectable, middle-aged married couples, generally with two or three kids apiece. The times that Mavis had gotten herself laid had been on those occasions when she'd ventured out, usually with one or two girlfriends from the office where she worked, to the "swinging singles" bars that dotted the outlying districts of the city.
Generally, though, her sex life had been restricted to the fingers of her right hand, in the dark privacy of her own bedroom after the kids were in bed for the night. There was virtually no temptation to stray from the straight-and-narrow in the community in which the Richards family resided.
At least, that had been the case in Milwaukee.
Sunny Acres, it was now becoming obvious, was going to be another case entirely ...
The offer had sounded too good to be true when Mavis had first heard it. One of her neighbors two doors down from the house where they lived had approached her with it. It seemed that he owned a small summer resort in Wisconsin's northern Door County. It was a modest place, this resort, with eight small cabins that were rented out by the week. All that was required was seeing that the tenants from the week past were out by ten a.m. each Saturday. Then all eight units had to be given a swift yet thorough cleaning. This had to be done by two, for that was when the next week's guests would be arriving. In between, all that was required was mowing the lawn and any general maintenance that might come up.
It seemed that his sister-in-law, who was a widow, generally oversaw the operation, but this year the sister-in-law had saved up enough money to go on a trip to Europe, and the neighbor needed someone to help him out, for which he was willing to pay a nice salary.
Mavis had thought about it for over a week before accepting. It would mean quitting her job at the accounting office where she worked, but the job had gotten to be a drag anyway. It was definitely time for a change, and what better change than to spend four months in the lush, northern woods of Wisconsin, just taking it easy with the kids? She had managed to save some money. They could live on what they made managing the place for the summer, and the nest egg would see her through the time it would take to line up a new job upon their return to Milwaukee in the fall.
Yes, all in all it had seemed like a very satisfying way to spend a summer. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city; away from the people, the noise, the confusion ...
But no, it was obviously not going to be an escape from confusion.
For something had been awakened in Mavis Richards back there behind cabin Number Seven that confused her terribly. Something from deep down within her--something that she had not even known she contained--had risen suddenly, shockingly, to tilt her world completely on edge.
The something had been lust ... pure, wanton, animal desire that, right there in broad daylight, had burst forth to consume her entire being ... to bring her to the point where she had actually had to ... had to ...
Mavis shivered in shame at the very thought of what had happened back there. My God, how could she have been so taken away from her senses to ... to actually ... to actually masturbate right there, out in the open, while she watched another couple make love?
It had been a terrible, terrible thing to do.
But she had loved it!
It had been like nothing the young mother had ever experienced before. The moans of those two people had just done something to her, she didn't know what. Their moans, and the sight of their trashing, hot, eager bodies, and the beautiful sensations that had raced through her as her own fingers had diddled her off while she watched.
Even now, in her guilt and confusion, just thinking about what had happened back there brought a stirring warmth to the inner walls of Mavis' tight, hot pussy; brought a tingling hardness to the tips of her full, well-shaped boobs. Made her wish, if only for an instant, that she had a man around. A man with a big, strong cock like Mike Jordan's. A man who could take that cock and ... and ...
Mavis broke from her daydream with a startled jar. She suddenly realized that one of her hands was cupping an aching breast, and that the other had slid almost all the way down to the crotch of her slacks--the crotch that was still slightly caked from the juices that had flowed from her cunt only thirty minutes earlier.
She stood up quickly, more confused than ever, and began walking briskly back in the direction of the resort.
What is happening to me? she wondered. What is happening to me?
* * *
Young Billy Richards lay in bed stroking his erect, healthy young cock, his mind alive with visions of his mother masturbating outside the Jordans' cabin window.
Like most boys, Billy jerked off a lot. In fact, Billy would often beat his meat once or twice a day. And again, like most boys, he used all sorts of ways to get his cock hard, and to reach that lovely, bursting moment of self-induced orgasm.
Sometimes he used pictures--he especially liked the ones that showed two or more chicks sucking each other off--and sometimes he used books, and sometimes he just let his mind play, whipping his root while he fantasized about fucking the shit out of some fox he knew at school, or had seen on the street, or in a movie. Sometimes he even got himself off thinking about his sister, Debby, although there hadn't been much need to do that lately.
At least, there hadn't been much need to fantasize.
Because about six months earlier, the relationship between Billy and Debby had taken a new turn. It had all started one cold wintry evening when Billy had walked into her bedroom without knocking ...
Thirteen-year-old Debby Richards was just in the first stages of blooming womanhood. She had a little ways to go before her titties would reach the full firmness of her mother's, but her teenager's ass was already well-rounded and fine and it was more than obvious that, before long, she was going to be one gorgeous piece of woman.
She wasn't gorgeous yet; cute was more the word that seemed to best describe her, with her mother's facial features and her long, brown hair. But it was a sexy cute. The kind of cute that made middle-aged men turn and watch as she walked briskly by on her way to school; looks aimed at that twitching ass under a short skirt, or the perky bounce of those lovely, still-blossoming boobs. Many a man's mouth had watered--and no doubt many a man's and many a boy's dick had gotten hard--at the sight of little Debby Richards, because little Debby was a fox. A stone fox.
A stone fox who, though she had lost her cherry in the back of a station wagon at a drive-in movie one night, and though she still, on very rare occasions, went "all the way" with high school dates that she particularly liked, retained a virginal innocence that had, for a long while, kept most people, including her mom and brother, totally fooled.
But all of that, at least as far as Billy was concerned, changed on that fateful night when, forgetting to knock, he stepped into her bedroom to ask to borrow a pencil for some homework he was doing.
Mavis had been out with some friends that night and the house was quiet, but it was still early and Billy had no reason to suspect that his sister would be asleep yet. Without a father, and with their mom gone working most of the time, the two children had grown quite close, closer than most kids, in fact, and they were almost as much friends as brother and sister. And so it was without a second thought that, with a cheerful smile on his lips, Billy opened the door to Debby's bedroom and began speaking before he was even all the way in.
"Hey, Sis," he started. "The lead in my pencil just broke and I was wondering if--"
And that was as far as he got. The smile disappeared from his face and the sight that met his eyes temporarily froze him in his tracks.
And what a sight it was!
Little Debby--virginal, thirteen-year-old Debby--lay stretched out across her bed, masturbating ... and loving every second of it! The scent of her aroused, horny young cunt filled the room.
She was wearing a babydoll nightie of filmy, lacy cotton that stopped just above the panties. Only she wasn't wearing the panties now. They were in a tangled ball on the floor alongside the bed. With one hand she was reaching under the top of the nightie, playing with her nipples, and with her other hand she was wiggling her middle finger in and out of her dripping twat. Even from where Billy stood he could see that the fingers of her jerk-off hand were wet and slick with cum.
An open paperback book, a porno novel, lay on the bed beside her, but she wasn't paying attention to that now. She had passed that stage; she'd obviously been going at it for quite a while. Her eyes were clamped shut, her breath was coming in gasping, little-girl moans, and her hips were rotating and rising and falling in time to the finger diddling away at her clit.
"Ohhhhhh ..." she was moaning. "Mmmmmmmmm ... that's sooooo nice ... mmmmmmmm ..."
Billy couldn't believe his eyes. It had just never occurred to him that young girls jacked off too.
"D-Debby--" he blurted, his hand still holding onto the doorknob.
Her eyes jarred open. Her hand stopped diddling.
"Billy!" she gasped. "Ohh--"
They remained there like that for another moment, both of them trying to get a grasp on the situation, both of their minds reeling.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Billy asked dumbly.
She couldn't answer right away. "I-I--" she began, and then she gave a whimper. "Oh, my god--"
Billy closed the door and leaned back against it, and a little smile played at his lips. He was over the shock of discovering Debby, and his mind was quick to grasp what a painful experience this could be for her if he didn't handle it just right.
He stepped forward, still smiling. "It's okay, Sis," he said softly. "I-I understand what you were doing."
"Oh, Billy--"
He sat down on the bed next to her and touched her in a brotherly fashion on the shoulder.
"Heck," he added with a chuckle. "I do the same thing myself, all the time."
Debby had taken her hands from her pussy and boobs and had propped herself up on an arm to look at him. She was recovering from the shock of being discovered.
"R-really?" she asked falteringly.
"Sure," Billy said. "Gee, Sis, it's ... it's something everybody does, only ... only they just don't talk about it, know what I mean?"
"And ... and you do it too?"
"I said everybody, didn't I?" He reached over and looked at the book. "And what's this my little Sis is reading? SWAPPING WITH MOTHER, eh?"
His grin grew wider as he read the title. "You wouldn't have the hots for our mother, would you?"
"Oh, Billy, no," she blushed. "Don't tease me. It was ... it was just given to me by one of the girls in my gym class at school. I ... I just started reading it and ... I just ... I just had to do something ..."
Billy paged through the book. It did indeed seem to be an especially "hot" piece of porno writing. On nearly every page, it seemed, there were descriptions of hot thrusting cocks and wet horny pussy and swirling tongues and sweating, moaning bodies.
All of a sudden, Billy realized that Debby was giggling.
"Huh, what's that?" he said, looking up from the pages of the book.
"There," Debby said. "You see, you've got no right to tease me about that book. Look what happened to you when you started reading it!"
Billy looked in the direction of Debby's gaze, and he felt like blushing himself. Underneath the crotch of his tight jeans was the clear impression of a hard-on. But not a full-fledged hard-on just yet. It was just coming to life as he looked. It had been caused by one of the scenes he had glanced at in the book, and it was throbbing, growing, even as they watched it.
"I-I guess that proves my point," Billy said after some initial embarrassment. "See, the book turns me on too. Nothing wrong with that."
"I-I guess not," replied Debby.
"Heck, Sis, that's what happens to me all the time when I read these things. There's nothing wrong with it at all. Uhh, you, uh, wouldn't mind if I borrowed this book for a while, would you? To take back to my room ..."
Their eyes connected and now it was Debby's turn to shoot him a slight grin.
"And what is my big brother going to do with the book when he gets alone?" she asked.
"Why ... just what you were doing, of course," he said with a laugh.
The atmosphere of the room was completely relaxed now. Debby felt that she was one lucky girl to have a brother as together as Billy. He always seemed to know how to handle situations.
"All right, Billy," she said softly. "I'll give you the book ... in the morning." She smiled. "After I've had my jollies with it."
"Fair enough, Sis," he said, standing, feeling that the conversation was over. "And ... I'm sorry I barged in on you like that. I'll be a little more thoughtful in the future, I promise you."
"Thanks, Billy. I love you."
"I love you, Sis. Good night."
He turned and started for the door when a new thought hit him. It came to him completely by surprise, and he paused with his hand once again on the doorknob, not quite sure whether or not it would be cool to bring it up.
Debby sensed his hesitation.
"Billy ... is something wrong?"
He turned slowly. "No, Deb. It's just that ... well, I had this idea, but ... no, no it's too kinky. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I'll just--"
"Well you've got my interest up now, silly," she said. "What is it? Let's hear it."
"Well, uh ... I was just thinking. Y'know, we're both pretty, uh, pretty excited right now ..."
"Boy, I'll say ..."
"And, uh, we're probably both going to be ... uh, doing the same thing, right?"
"Yes ..."
He closed the door and came back into the room to sit beside her on the bed once again.
"Well, I was just thinking," he said slowly. "Do you ... do you think it would be too weird if we ... if we did it together ... if we made ourselves cum while we ... while we watched each other do it?"
Debby couldn't say why, but the instant she heard the suggestion, the nipples on her little titties grew hard all over again and she felt the walls of her small, tight pussy grow damp with new juices.
"Oh, Billy ..."
"Let's do it," he pressed. "Sis, I feel like we're really close now, after tonight. And, after all, sex is to be enjoyed, isn't it? And it's not like we're doing something really kinky. Heck, we don't even have to touch each other. I just ... I just think it would be really a turn-on to watch each other get ourselves off."
"It ... it does sound exciting," Debby admitted in a small voice.
Billy saw that he was close to talking her into it, and he continued in his most convincing voice. And it was easy for him to sound convincing. Shit, right then he would have given anything to see his baby sister once more sprawled out across her bed, fingering her lovely pussy.
"Seeing you like that before really turned me on," he said truthfully. "It turned me on even more than the book you were reading. And maybe ... maybe watching me will turn you on just as much. Gee, Deb, it really sounds nice to me. I-I don't see what harm can come of it."
"And I don't either," Debby said, making up her mind. Her eyes drifted back to the impression of his now totally hard cock. "Ohh, Billy, it looks so big ... so strong. You're right, I do get excited just thinking about watching you play with it. Can I ... can I see it now?"
"If I can see what you've got?"
She nodded, but even as she spoke she was unable to take her eyes from the bulge.
"It's a deal," she said. "Mmm, Billy, I'm so excited. Let's do it right now. We've ... we've got to be careful so we're not caught by mom ..."
"We'll be careful," Billy said. "Yeah, let's do it now. You're not the only one who's steamed up, Debby. Jeez, did you look foxy when I walked in and saw you. I can't wait to watch you again!"
Together, they slipped out of their clothes: Debby once again out of her short, filmy nightie and Billy from his shirt and shoes and socks and his tight jeans.
Debby gasped when he finally slid the jeans down his legs and stretched out sideways across the bed beside her, so that both of their legs were hanging over the edge and only the flesh of their arms was touching. Billy's hard young prick stood at full attention, pointing directly at the ceiling, and Debby stared at it with wide eyes.
"Goodness," she said in a voice that was half a moan. "It's so big ... and strong-looking. Billy, it's ... it's lovely ... and you're so ... so excited!"
"What about you?" he grinned. "Look at those beautiful titties of yours ..."
Young and smallish as they were, Debby's tits were indeed works of art, and as they were flattened now because she was lying down, the nipples were especially noticeable. They were coral-colored; erect and terribly excited.
Billy couldn't help himself. He reached over and ran his hand up his sister's warm outside thigh. Her smooth white flesh seemed to quiver with excitement under his touch. The tips of his fingers moved over her hips, up along her warm, flat stomach, up over her ribcage, and at last came to a stop, after the maddeningly slow journey, just beneath one of the thirteen-year-old's jugs. He traced the tips of one of his fingers across a nipple.
"So nice," he sighed. "Debby, you're soooo nice!"
Debby closed her eyes and moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Billy ... that feels so good ..."
Billy just couldn't stop then. He rolled onto his side and brought his lips near her ear. His cock and balls ached, he was so horny. He rested his free hand on her warm, quivering young thigh, and his hand at her boob began feeling her more strongly. He worked his palm in a circular motion over the excited nipple.
"Ohh, Debby," he groaned. "I need you, Sis. We need each other ..."
Debby started to moan again, but then came to her senses. With a startled gesture, she brought her hand up and slipped her fingers gently yet firmly around her brother's wrist.
"Billy ... wait ... no," she said falteringly. "We can't ... we can't do that ..."
With a sigh, Billy moved his hand from her thigh and pulled his face back from her sweet-smelling hair.
"You're right," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm ... I'm just so goddamn horny!"
Her breathing was coming so fast that Billy could hardly discern her words. Her hips seemed to be rotating with a life of their own and a thin coating of tangy-smelling sweat covered her body. She had spread her legs as far apart as they would go and one of her hands dropped down to the bush surrounding her cunt.
"Billy ... Billy," she moaned. "I'm so excited too ... I'M ... I've got to make myself cum right now. When you played with my titties, ohh, it felt so good ... ohhhhh ... mmmmmm ..."
She had already begun screwing her cunt with her middle fingers. Billy felt a dribble of juice seep from the piss-slit of his prick and drool down the length of his shaft to sparkle in his pubic hair.
"Debby ... before you cum ... please, lick my palm ... lick it with your tongue ... give me that much at least ..."
"I ... I don't understand ..."
"Oh, come on, Sis. Hurry! I want to cum with you ... if I can't feel you ... at least let me know that it's ... that it's your spit that's helping me get off ..."
"Ohhh, Billy--"
Debby was a "good girl." She'd never heard "dirty talk" before from a boy or a man. But now, seeing her brother's immense hard-on, feeling her own pussy juices gushing from her teenage twat as she diddled herself frantically, and remembering the lovely touch of her brother's fingers on her nipples ... the words he spoke, and the horny way he spoke them, were almost more than her senses could stand. Her whole body began to shudder with delightful sexual quiverings, and she was ready to do anything for him to help him feel the thrills she was experiencing.
"Oh, yes ... yes, Billy ..." she panted.
She was still holding him by the wrist. She brought his hand down toward her hot mouth now and her tongue licked out, covering his palm with her spit. Her spit was thick and hot from her excitement.
"Thanks, baby," he groaned. "Oh, thank you ..."
Then he took his hand and began sliding it up and down his horny prick. In an instant the shaft was slick and shiny with his sister's saliva. He felt his asscheeks tighten as he played with himself faster and faster, all the while his eyes drinking in the beauty of his kid sister, lying there beside him, holding and playing with one of her titties while she lay there moaning and writhing and twisting against him, fingering her cunt while her eyes were locked to what he was doing!
The bedsprings creaked beneath them as both of their hands moved faster and faster. Debby had her feet up on the edge of the bed now, her hips bumping and jerking like some topless-bottomless go-go dancer. She was moaning, her climax coming on faster, faster, faster.
Their hips slid and rubbed wetly against each other with the sweat of their passion as they masturbated side by side, watching each other all the while.
"Ohhhhh!" cried Debby at last. "Ohhhh, I'm there ... I'm cumming ... oh oh oh oh oh ..."
Her fingers stopped for just a second. Her whole body seemed to lift off the bed and just hold like that as the unbelievable strength of her orgasm hit her with all the force it had.
It was like a bomb going off. Billy had never seen anything like it. She writhed and bucked and twisted on the bed like a soul possessed, all the while fingering her cunt and tit, squeezing and pinching them in her pleasure.
It was all Billy needed to send him over the edge as well. With one last increase in speed, he centered the action of his palm just on the head of his roaring dick, and felt the fingers of his free hand grip the bedspread as his legs sprung out straight and stiff from the bed's edge.
"OHHHHHH ... OHHHHH ... ME TOOOOOO ..." he groaned. "OH DEBBY ... OH, SIS ... I'M SHOOTING MY CUM!"
As he gripped his cock with his wet, slippery hand, Billy's load exploded from his dick as if fired from a cannon. It was thicker and hotter than usual, and there was more of it than usual too. As he continued to stroke himself, creamy jets of sperm arced out into the air, landing on the bedspread, on his legs, and on Debby's smooth, tanned legs as well.
The moment of supreme lust seemed to last forever as both children continued to diddle themselves long after the actual moment of orgasm had passed, in an attempt to milk every drop of pleasure from the experience that they could ...
Yes, that had been the first time, and that was why Billy had lately not been fantasizing about Debby as often as he used to when he masturbated.
Because the first time had not been the last!
How could anyone expect that it could, considering the unbelievable joy it had given the two Richards children?
No, there had been many other times as well, as if the brother and sister had discovered a new toy which, in a manner of speaking, they had. And as the months passed, the sexual intimacy between the two children had increased. While they had never actually balled, they had managed to invent a number of variations on their side-by-side diddling adventures.
Sometimes one of the kids would read to the other from a porn book, read a particularly hot scene, while the other masturbated to a climax.
But the most enjoyable game of all was when brother helped sister get off, or vice versa. At times like these, one of the children would lie on the bed and the other would masturbate the other to climax, but that wasn't all. While Debby was pumping on Billy's hard young shaft, she would paint fantasies for him in the most vivid descriptions she knew, or sometimes she would relate to him her own sexual fantasies. And of course, Billy would do the same for her, whispering hotly into her ear the things she liked to hear while he pumped his fingers furiously in and out of that hot little cunt that never seemed to be able to get enough.
Yes, this was the sex life the two Richards children had been sharing for the past six months or so, and they both found it to be quite a satisfying one. There seemed to be no reason for either child to imagine that anything would change, simply because they had moved from Milwaukee for the summer.
No reason at all ...
"Billy, are you at it again?"
At the sound of his sister's voice from across the bedroom, Billy temporarily discontinued the mental vision he'd been holding of his mother getting her rocks off. He stopped stroking his pecker and looked across the room.
Not that he could see anything. It was pitch black. The nights up here in Door County weren't like they were down in the city. Up here there were no street lamps or headlights driving by every few minutes. There was nothing but total stillness, and it was so dark that you couldn't see a hand before your face.
Billy and Debby had been asked by their mom before coming up here if it would be all right with them if they shared a bedroom. The cabin that served as the office and their living quarters was small, much smaller than they were used to, and had only a tiny front room which also contained the desk for guests to register, and two small bedrooms, one on each side of the front room.
Naturally, the kids had not minded at all. In fact, they were more than happy to adapt. It made their sex games that much easier to play!
Debby was in her own bed across the room, and Billy had thought she was asleep when he'd started toying with his cock. Shit, sometimes it was still fun to do it the old way. Getting yourself jacked off by someone else was a trip, but when you did it yourself, you could time it just so. And besides, this time he wasn't sure if he should confide in his sister what he was thinking, the way he usually did. He wasn't sure it would be night to tell Debby what he had seen Mom doing to herself that afternoon behind the cabin.
But he hadn't counted on his sister's keen ears, and when the slick sound of his damp palm sliding up and down his erect shaft had reached her ears, she must have known immediately what was going on.
"J-just having a little fun, Sis." he answered softly, with a chuckle.
"Is Mom asleep?"
"I think so. All the lights seem to be off."
"Do you want any company over there?"
The way Debby asked the question, Billy could tell that she expected a yes answer but, with his hand still around his dick, he took a moment to reply.
"I-I don't know, Sis," he said finally.
"Uh, okay ... nothing's wrong. I ... just feel like getting my own self off tonight, y'know?"
"Sure, Billy," she said. "Sure."
There was silence for a moment after that, and then the rustle of material from Debby's side of the room, and Billy knew what was happening. In another instant the smell of aroused cunt drifted across to him, and he knew that Debby was beating herself off too.
Aww shit, he finally thought to himself. What the hell! He knew his kid sister well enough to know that she had a kinky streak a mile wide. There was no doubt that Debby would really get turned on if he told her what he had seen that day. What would be the harm, really?
No, he decided, he was just being selfish in keeping a turn-on like this to himself.
"Heck, Sis," he said at last, keeping his voice at a low whisper. "Light a candle and come on over here. I got some things to tell you that'll give you the cum of a lifetime!"
Chapter 3
With a little laugh of delight, Debby reached over and struck a match and lit the candle at her bedside. The children's bedroom was instantly illuminated in a warm glow. Billy saw that his sister was nude, and he felt his prick give an extra little throb as she came off her bed and came over to lie down next to him on his.
"Want to smoke a joint?" he asked.
"Sure," said Debby. "This sounds like it's gonna be a real fun night!"
Billy smiled and squeezed her young round ass. "It always is with you, Deb," he told her.
Then he reached under the mattress and came out with the pot. He'd been smoking for almost two years now, and he'd turned Debby on shortly after that first sex session they'd shared earlier that year.
Billy lit the joint, took a long toke and passed it to his sister.
"I saw something this afternoon that really freaked me out," he said as he let the smoke escape from between his lips. "It really freaked me out ... and it really turned me on."
Debby took a drag on the number and passed it back.
"It must really be something," she said. "I can't imagine what you could see out here at Sunny Acres that could be considered sexy."
Billy grinned. "Oh yeah? Well, dig this. It's not only what I saw, it's who I saw doing it!"
Now Debby's interest was really aroused. "Well, let's hear it, big brother, let's hear it! Who did you see, and what were they doing?"
Billy took one last look at the closed door of their bedroom to make absolutely sure there was no chance of their voices carrying to the other part of the house. Then he leaned over closer to his sister as he spoke.
"I saw Mom out behind one of the cabins," he said softly. "She was listening to something inside--probably someone balling--and ... she was beating herself off!"
The pot the kids were smoking was good pot, and both of them, after just a few hits, were already experiencing the lighthearted, sensuously warm glow that only good pot can deliver.
As soon as Debby heard her brother's news, she felt a lovely heat begin building immediately down between her legs. The sensation was heightened by the marijuana. Debby had discovered that first night with her brother that watching another person masturbate really turned her on. But she had never thought of her own mother getting herself off ... and now that she did think of it and imagined the sight Billy had seen in her own mind's eye, the vision that came to her was deliciously exciting!
"Oh, Billy, really? Wh-what did she look like ... was she laying down, or standing up ... or what?"
Billy felt his cock begin to rise. This was due in part to the sight of his sister sitting there on the bed with him. The flickering light of the candle caused her titties and thighs to form lovely, mysterious shadows. But his excitement was also due to the fact that he knew Debby liked to hear about other people playing with themselves, and with this in mind he let his voice drop to a low, husky whisper as he gave her the details of the afternoon.
"She was standing against the wall of the Jordans' cabin," he said. "You know, that young couple in Number Seven. She was standing there listening, with her slacks and her panties down around her legs ... listening to them fuck, and fingering her own pussy."
Debby couldn't help but moan. "Ohhh," she sighed. "That sounds so exciting ..."
She eased herself back alongside where Billy sat cross-legged, lying full length on the bed now and letting one of her hands drift down to the soft pink flesh of her tender cunt. With her middle finger she began caressing the outer lips. The pot had increased her awareness so that every touch of her finger sent shimmers of excitement from her pussy all over her fresh young body.
"Tell me more, Billy," she purred. "Please ... tell me about our mother making herself cum ..."
Billy couldn't take his eyes off of his kid sister's tender, slim body. The candlelight was catching her just right. Her nipples were erect with her need; her flesh was so white and kissable ...
He reached down while he looked at her and, as he spoke, he fingered the horny head of his pecker.
"You should have seen the look on her face," he whispered hotly. "God, was she turned on. Like a bitch in heat ..."
Debby groaned again. Her fingers moved faster around the syrupy wetness of her cunt.
"Ohh yes ... yes ... I can see it ... I can see it ..."
Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was the seductive beauty of his younger sister's body in the candlelight, or maybe it was just the sexual excitement he'd carried inside since he'd seen his mother that afternoon. Or probably it was a combination of all three things. But right at that moment, Billy Richards was hotter for his sister's body than he'd ever been in his life. He continued stroking his hard cock. He also reached out and touched his sister's masturbating hand. It was clamped over her hot, wet pussy now, and the middle finger was flicking back and forth over the erect, excited little clitoris. He just let his fingers rest on top of her moving hand, but that was enough. He felt himself almost ready to cum as he jerked his pulsating dick.
"When she came," he said softly, "the cum just dripped down her legs ... I could see it in the sun ... hot streams of our mother's juices ..."
"Ahhhhh ... ummmmmmm ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh ..." panted Debby as she fingered herself faster. Her eyes were clamped shut as she envisioned the scene and her hips were pumping around her jerking fingers. Her small tender titties bounced with her excitement. "Ahhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh ... Jesus, Billy ... ohhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmm ... tell me more ... tell me more about her ... ohhhhhhhh ..."
Debby's fingers flicked faster and faster. She was going to cum any second now. Billy knew it was now or never.
He stopped stroking his hot meat and leaned over her. He got right between her legs and ran his hands up and down her quivering hot teenage body. He brought one of his hands up and started playing with her titties, teasing and tweaking and palming the girlish mounds of flesh as he kissed her soulfully.
"Debby, baby ..." he panted. "I can't wait any longer ... I need you ..."
"Billy--"
"I need to fuck you, Sis," he groaned hotly. "I need to have my cock deep in that hot cunt of yours ... and you need it too!"
It was the right thing to say. Billy was absolutely right!
Debby's arms snaked around him and drew him closer, and her legs wrapped around his.
"Ohh yes, Billy ..." she panted. "I want you ... I need you too ... that beautiful cock of yours ... I've watched it ... wanted it for so long ... ohh, nothing can be wrong that feels this good ... fuck me, Billy ... put your hard stiff cock up my pussy and fuck me!"
"Oh, Debby ... Debby ..."
He hunched up on his knees as he drew in between her legs, so that the head of his cock could touch the steaming outer lips of her cunt, while at the same time he could bend over and give her titties some tongue action. Her body was slick with sweat and, as, he drew his face down to her, the feminine scent of her excited him even further.
He took both hands and cupped a boob with each. While he flicked and teased one of the nipples with an index finger and a thumb, he made love to the other one with his mouth, chewing it at first with gently nibbling teeth. Then he widened his mouth and sucked the entire small tit up into it, forming a suction. At the same time his tongue moved in circular caresses around the base of the nipple.
Her hands ran through his hair and she pressed his face down even harder as he went from one young tittie to the other, repeating the process until her pussy was dripping so bad that she thought she'd soak the bed.
"That's it, you foxy stud," she gasped. "Now put it in me ... I can't wait another instant ... put it in me, Billy ... fuck me ... fuck your hot horny sister ... oh, Billy ... please ... fuck me fuck me fuck me!"
Billy was more than ready to comply. For the fifteen-year-old boy it was the experience of a lifetime!
"Grab my ass," he ordered her. "I want to feel your hands on my ass ..."
Debby obeyed, sliding her fingers down his sides and around to the cheeks of his butt. She squeezed him there and drew her nails across the cheeks, and pulled him even closer to her so that the head of his dick could not help but slide into her pussy.
It was the most exciting experience either teenager had ever had, that first sensation when Billy's hard cock began its penetration of Debby's horny fuck-hole.
The boy eased his hips forward slowly--ever so slowly--and at the same time his thirteen-year-old sister pulled on his ass, her nails biting in and leaving little red wounds that excited him even further.
"Here I come, baby," he gasped. "Hold on ..."
And he pushed in for that first inch of penetration!
The head of his hard cock eased forward, parting the outer lips of her twat, and then sunk in. Her pussy was so wet it was like a warm sucking mouth that couldn't seem to get enough of swallowing what he had to offer. After the first inch came the second and the third, until finally he was all the way into her slick, hot cunt.
"Ummmmmmmmmm, Billy ..." she sighed as he hit bottom. "It feels so gooooooooood ..."
"We're only just starting, Sis," he gasped.
Slowly pulling his dick from her sucking depths, he stopped when only the head was still between the lips of her cunt. She gasped and grabbed his ass tighter, afraid that he would leave her, but he didn't, of course. He was only teasing her. An instant later he let his dick slip back in a slow, sensuous plunge, until once again they were belly to sweaty, hot belly; until once again he could feel her wiry pussy hair tangling up with his own cock fur. Then he pulled out again, and dipped in again, and again and again and again, until he had mastered a steady in-out fuck rhythm that soon had the young girl struggling and kicking on the sheets beneath them.
I'm fucking my sister! he thought madly as he pumped away.
He reached under her and cupped her sweaty ass as he screwed her, letting his fingers dip down and rim her asshole. At the same time his lips and tongue were moving all over her neck, her ears, through her tangled brown hair, and over her passion-twisted face.
Beneath him, Debby had picked up and was matching the pace of his fucking perfectly, as if they had been lovers for years. Sometimes her ass would simply move up and down, and other times she would rotate her hips to heighten the sensual sensations that coursed through both of them. One of her hands was wrapped around his neck now, her fingers curled through his wavy hair. With the other hand she was reaming his asshole with her long-nailed middle finger. She had discovered how much this turned him on, and the finger dipped and scratched teasingly into the humid orifice. She loved the way he quivered and moaned each time she scratched him there.
"Ohhh, Debby--" he groaned.
"Faster ..." she begged. "Fuck me faster, Billy ... fuck the living shit out of me, you beautiful stud!!"
Their young bodies pumped and ground at each other. The marijuana had erased everything from their minds and bodies except the burning, flaming lust that kept Billy's cock screwing in and out of his sister's pussy as the desire and need in them built higher and higher. Every sensation was increased by the pot. Faster they fucked. Faster and faster still, holding each other tighter as their lovemaking rocked and swayed the tiny bed beneath them.
Debby was the first to cum.
"I feel it ..." she cried. "Ohhhh ... ohhhhhh, I'm almost there ... ohhh, don't give up now, baby ... don't stop ... ohhhhhh ... mmmmmmm ..."
Stop? Hell, it was the farthest thing from Billy's mind. Heated up even more by his sister's words, he gave one final burst of power and speed to his fucking, until he was slamming in and out of that tender thirteen-year-old cunt like a jackhammer.
"Take it, baby ... take it!!"
"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" she gasped. "Billy ... darling ... oh my god ... I'm there ... I-I'M CUMMMIINNNNGGGG ... OHHHH!!"
Billy had never experienced anything like it in his young life. Debby's body seemed to come completely unglued beneath him as wave after wave of orgasmic fury whipped through her. She twisted and turned and bucked like a soul possessed as he continued to fuck her.
Her climax was all he needed to send him over the peak of lust as well. He gripped her asscheeks even harder than before and fucked her with everything he had.
"Ohhhh, Debby ... my baby sister!!" he cried. "I'm ... I'm cumming in your box ... OHHH ... UMMMMGGAAAHHHMMM ..."
The orgasm he had then made every other climax he'd ever had before seem like nothing. His rampaging cock thundered and exploded in the velvety grip of her cunt.
"Give it to me, Billy," she urged him on. "Give me every drop!"
And that's exactly what he did, the thick, hot cream of his lust blasting into and coating her inner walls, mingling with her own gushing love juices as they overflowed and ran down the crack of her ass to streak along her inner thighs and soak the sheets beneath them.
The climax seemed to last forever, but after nearly a full two minutes the pace of their humping did begin to subside, as Billy's cock at last started to lose its hardness and shrink within her.
Totally out of breath, and totally exhausted from their wild lovemaking, the two Richards children finally parted, and Billy rolled from between his sister's widely spread legs.
"Whew!" he sighed, his glazed eyes staring up vacantly at the ceiling. "That was incredible!"
Debby reached over lovingly and ran a hand along his leg, coming to rest at his limp pecker, still shiny and bright in the candlelight from the combination of both his and her juices.
"It was beautiful," she agreed in a gentle whisper. "Thank you, Billy. Thank you ... for making such beautiful love to me."
Much as he loved hearing her say that, he was still a little surprised that she didn't feel any guilt or shame over what had just taken place, as he had half expected her to. Instead she was just touching and caressing his soft prick as if to thank it for the good job it had just done on her, and the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice reflected nothing but a woman totally mellowed out from a beautiful lovemaking session.
"No, uh, second thoughts?" he asked gently.
She rolled over until she was against his side, with her hair framing her face as she looked up and met his eyes.
"No second thoughts at all, Billy," she replied. "It was a long time coming, our making love, but it had to happen. We both knew it. And tonight it did happen ... and I couldn't be happier."
He grinned. "You're a great little sister, did you know that?"
"And you're a great brother ... and a great guy with a cock. I suppose you know that."
He chuckled. "Thanks, Debby. We do make a great team, that's for sure. It's just that ... well, I kind of thought you might have some hang-ups about the ... about the incest thing, know what I mean?"
She nodded. "I know what you mean, but don't worry. Sex is to enjoy, right? Well, we enjoy it!"
Billy couldn't help but laugh at that. "Boy, I'll say!" he agreed.
"I mean, it seems to me that it should be all right," Debby continued, "as long as we keep things clear in our heads. I mean, we have to remember that we're brother and sister. That the way we love each other is in a brotherly and sisterly way." She gave a little giggle then, and added, "Let's face it, Billy, we're both horny people. It's just the way we're built, I guess. And it'll be a lot easier to get our jollies from each other in our home than it would be to have to go out looking for it ... especially at our age!"
"No argument there, Deb," he said. "I'm really lucky to have a sister who's as together in the head as you are, and don't think I don't know it."
"And don't think I don't know how lucky I am," she told him, and they traded a long, soulful kiss.
"Well, I hate to be a party pooper," Billy said finally, "but I think it's about time. You'd better climb back into your own bed, kid. It'd sure be a drag to get caught like this in the morning when Mom came in to wake us up for breakfast."
They both had to laugh at that, and then Debby slid her feet to the floor, saying, "I'll leave, Billy Richards, if you promise I can come back."
"Deb," he answered truthfully, "there'll always be room for you in my bed ..."
Debby blew out the candle and the room was again pitched into blackness, as if nothing had happened.
But it had happened--every beautiful moment of it--and as Billy Richards drifted off to sleep, there was a happy, satisfied smile on his boyish face.
A smile that wouldn't have been there if he'd known that, for the last twenty minutes, his mother had heard every word and every sound that had gone on in her children's small bedroom ...
Chapter 4
Mavis Richards lay in the darkness of her own bedroom with her mind confused, her nipples hard, and her pussy dripping wet.
This was unreal! Being this horny twice in one day? Horny enough the first time to ... to do what she had done that afternoon, and so horny this time from hearing her own children actually balling in their bedroom! She should have been outraged. She should have gone storming in on them and given both of them the whipping of their young lives.
But she hadn't. She couldn't. She couldn't, because the same stirrings from somewhere deep inside that had been suddenly awakened that afternoon, had again been brought to life when she'd approached the children's bedroom and opened the door and peered in through a slight crack.
The kids obviously hadn't realized just how paper thin the walls in the old cabin office were, or how well sound traveled. It wasn't like the sturdily constructed house they'd been used to living in in Milwaukee. Not by a long shot! And it made Mavis wonder just how long these brother-sister sex games had been going on.
She'd been lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, her mind still troubled by her shameless behavior that day. Then she'd smelled the pot smoke ... something else she wondered about. Oh sure, she knew what pot smelled like. She was by no means a regular user, but she had smoked a joint on occasion when she'd been at parties at friends' places. Which didn't mean she was about to openly sanction it for Billy and Debby! So she'd smelled the pot, and she'd quietly stepped from her bedroom and crossed the living room to their door, not knowing just quite what she was about to say or do, and when she got there, the kids had already begun their games.
She'd heard Billy telling Deb about that afternoon, and had witnessed the effect it had had on the children too. But what could she do? What could she say? Could she feel any sort of anger at them for having been turned on in such a way ... when she had kept her silence and stayed and watched their entire fuck session? No, there was no way she could bitch at them now, after she'd gotten as steamed up as she had watching them!
She was lying nude in bed, her mind a whirl of confused thoughts. Before she knew it, both of her hands were casually touching her full breasts, working and teasing their pliant firmness.
It had been so lovely, watching them. There was no way she could rationalize that away. It had simply been one incredible turn-on experience.
In the darkness now, she could see it again. Their fine, youthful bodies in the sexy light from the candle. The fragrant smell of pot drifting in the air. The sight of the two perfectly shaped bodies rolling around on the mussed sheets of the bed. The groans and the sighs. The smell of her daughter's pussy and her son's sexual sweat ...
"Ohhhh, I loved watching them ..." Mavis moaned to herself as she played with her tits.
Yes, the desire of that afternoon was alive again. And there was no shame, no guilt. Not now. There was nothing rational now at all. Only the glowing, gnawing lust that built between her legs with each passing second.
Mavis Richards was on fire again!
"Ohh, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered to herself. "I need a man ... I need a man soooo bad! I need a man's cock ... pounding up my pussy, making me feel good again ... screwing me the way Bill was screwing Debby."
For some reason, she could not say why, those last few words seemed to excite her that much more. Bill screwing Debby ... Bill screwing Debby ... They had looked so beautiful together, fucking in the candlelight ...
No, no! her mind screamed. This isn't right ... this is wrong ... I have to go to sleep ... forget about this ... tomorrow morning I'll take the kids aside separately and talk to them, tell them how wrong they were to do what they did ...
With this in mind, she rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. She had to go to sleep. That's it, just think of something else, and before long--
But she couldn't think of anything else, and rolling over onto her belly was the worst thing Mavis could have done, because it brought her hot cunt, the burning center of her whole existence right then, in delicious contact with the cool, crisp sheet.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Mmmmm ..."
The need for an orgasm would just not go away, and before she knew it her hips were rotating in small circles on the sheet beneath her. Her belly pushed down as her ass wiggled, grinding her hot pussy harder and harder against the sheet, so that the material crinkled up against her twat lips and actually dipped inside to tease and further excite her tiny, yearning clitoris.
"Ohhh, that's so good!" she cried when her face buried in the pillow.
Her hands gripped the sides of the bed, the knuckles white from the intense sexual need racing through her as she dry-humped the bed. The harder she screwed herself on the sheets, the more vivid were the pictures that raced across her frenzied mind.
Bill and Debby ... her legs wrapped around him ... her hands scratching at his ass ... the ass flexing and ramming as his hard, strong cock pumped in and out of her ... "I need it ... I need a cock!" Mavis panted as her fine, firm ass jiggled and twisted in small circles as she fucked the bed faster and faster.
His cock ... a young boy's hard, strong muscle ... just as thick and firm and hard and pounding as a grown man's, but with more strength, more stamina ... a young boy's prick would last so much longer than a man's ... would deliver so much more enjoyment, thrusting in and out of her pussy ... pumping her hot cunt the way Billy's dick had been fucking Debby ... the way she now imagined it was fucking her ...
Yes, that's what she was thinking! That's what had turned her on when she'd seen them. And now she gave herself over entirely to the fantasy as she screwed the bed faster and faster, pumping and grinding with everything she had.
Billy ... her own son ... She saw herself reaching down and feeling the boy's prick as it slid in and out of her dripping cunt. He was fucking her now ... his ass was pumping as his cock rammed into her cunt. Her own son ... he was fucking her faster and faster and faster, his balls slapping against her pussy as he reamed her deeper and deeper ... screwing her ... fucking her ... fingering her ass and tonguing her hot titties ...
It was more than she could stand.
"Oh, Billy ... baby!" she gasped, and her orgasm exploded inside her. "OHHHH ... MMMPPPHHH!!"
She buried her face in the pillow as her ass bucked and humped and her hips writhed, grinding her twat as fast and hard as it would go across the sheet, and all the while she imagined Billy's hot tool spewing its load of scalding cream deep within her yearning hole, and still ramming her, still shoving in, until she could take no more ... until she had to beg him to stop!
Her body quivered and shook as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Slowly, one at a time, the delightful waves diminished in strength until at last she was still. Yet her breathing was still hard and the beads of sweat still dotted her forehead. At last she lifted her face from the pillow and darted a tongue out across her dry lips. And still she lay there, enjoying the warm, beautiful afterglow of the pounding desire that had just controlled her.
Finally she rolled onto her back. Except for the sounds of the crickets and bugs outdoors, the night was incredibly silent and still. She lay there with her eyes open, staring out into the blackness, and as her breathing returned to normal she wondered if she had been loud enough for the kids to have heard her. Probably not, she reasoned, although the blood pounding through her ears and her own gasping and moaning at the moment of her climax had sounded like a roaring express train to her!
And following those thoughts, as her body at last calmed down and returned to normal, came other thoughts. And with those thoughts, came shame and embarrassment ...
Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done? she thought.
There was nothing wrong, she knew, with a woman making love to herself, and especially a woman in her position. But ... the subject of her fantasy ...
Billy ... her own son!
She had become indescribably turned on as soon as she had thought about Billy fucking her. It was one thing to be turned on by the sight of her two children balling, but at least she could accept that, no matter how much shame she felt. But the idea of Billy fucking her ... well, that was something else entirely, and she lay there now even more confused than she had been by her actions of that afternoon.
It had just been a crazy day, that was all. The excitement of moving up here, the uncertainty of exactly what was in store in the way of coping with the people who would be showing up, and just general fatigue ... they had all built up on her--it had been one of the busiest days in her life--and ... well, weird things had just happened. Tensions had built up without her knowing it, and had fought for release from within. That was the explanation for that shameful display while those nice Jordan people had made love, and that was the explanation for what had just happened now.
She was just going to have to keep a better rein on herself, that was all. Not that she'd have to once she got into the groove at Sunny Acres and a little more relaxed, of course. For sure there wasn't going to be another day like today!
No, she would just have to have a talk with the children tomorrow, and let them know that there would be no more of what had happened that evening ...
So thinking, Mavis Richards drifted off into a dreamless sleep. The sleep that usually comes after good, or great, sex.
Chapter 5
It wasn't until mid-afternoon that Mavis was finally able to get one of the children alone for a talk. The day had been busy right from the start. The Richards family had been awakened, in fact, by the sound of someone knocking at their front door; the someone turning out to be guests arriving bright and early after an all-night drive up from Illinois, ready to register and move into their cabin and begin their week of relaxation and fun. From that point on it had been nothing but more of the same. It was the first weekend of the summer vacation season.
It was a beautiful, bright sunny day, and many of the new arrivals had merely checked in and taken off again to get in some fishing out on Lake Michigan or some golfing on one of the three local courses or just some sightseeing in general. But in any event, by two-thirty things had calmed down enough for Mavis to suggest to Debby that they take a walk together to unwind a bit and get some peace and quiet.
Mavis had wanted Billy along too, but there was still the MacCauley family, the people who had not arrived yet. So she had to tell Billy to stay at the office to check them in when they got there. She promised that she and Debby would be back shortly, and together mother and daughter walked off through the woods and across nearly a half-mile of adjoining meadow until they were at last far enough removed from the resort that Mavis felt they could just unwind and be honest with each other.
"Debby," she said as they reached the far side of the meadow and another tree line began, "Why don't we sit down and talk? There are ... uh, some things I'd ... uh, like to discuss with you, if you don't mind."
As they made themselves comfortable on the lush, soft carpet of grass, Debby got a curious half-frown on her face as she studied her mother.
"Sure, Mom," she said. "Is ... is something wrong? You look worried about something."
Mavis stretched out on her side and propped her head up with a hand as she cleared her throat and returned her daughter's gaze. She had decided even before they'd left the resort that there would be no beating around the bush when the walking started. Still ... some things were so very hard to say, even between mother and daughter.
"Debby," she began, "I ... I want you to know that I saw what happened in your bedroom last night, between you and your brother."
She hadn't even finished the sentence before the blood began draining from the girl's face. Debby had trouble finding her voice for a moment.
"You ... you ... what?"
Mavis nodded, still trying to keep things casual and relaxed. "You heard me, Debby," she said. "I guess you and Billy just didn't realize just how thin the walls in that cabin of ours really are." She grinned to try and lighten things up a bit. "Well, they are thin!"
"Oh, Mom ... uh ... I-I-"
"How long has this been going on between the two of you, Deborah?"
Debby was too much in shock to answer right away. Oh no! she was thinking. This is terrible! Mom knows ... she knows! What will she do?
"Uh, well ..." she stuttered. "That is ... we, uh ..."
It was as if Mavis could read her daughter's thoughts. She gave Debby a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, honey," she said, her tone softening. "I'm not such a mean old witch that you're afraid of some vile, inhumane punishment, am I?"
"Oh, no, Mom, it's not that," Debby stammered. "It's just that--"
"I know what it is, Deb," Mavis said. "And you should be ashamed of what you and your brother did. But I'm not going to punish you, or Billy."
"Then--"
"I just wanted to have this talk with you to let the both of you know that I'm aware of what's been happening, and to let you know that I want your promise that it won't happen again. It isn't right, you know, what the two of you were doing. It isn't right at all."
Debby looked down at her hands, having trouble finding the words that she wanted to say. But find them she did, in a voice that was almost a whisper.
"I ... I don't see what's so wrong with it," she said.
Her mother's eyes popped wide open at that. Mavis left her relaxed pose and sat straight up with her legs still curled beneath her.
"What?" she gasped. "You don't see anything wrong with sleeping with your own brother? Why, Debby, that's ... that's incest!!"
"I know, Mother ..."
"Well, if you know, what--"
"Mom, listen," the girl said, "please. Billy and I know that some people really see what we're doing as evil, but ... well, we're not some people. We're us! And we love each other. We love each other just as brother and sister, but we love each other enough not to let our heads get screwed up by what's going on, and we do like to sleep with each other." A slight blush came to her cheeks as she caught her mother's eye and added shyly, "If you saw what happened last night, you know what a great guy in bed Billy is."
Mavis couldn't believe her ears. It was all too much, too much of an assault on her senses. What her daughter was saying, and the slight warm tremor that ran through Mavis as, for just a fleeting instant, her girl's words brought back a picture of the fantasy that had brought her to orgasm last night ...
She fought weakly to regain control of a situation she knew had already slipped from her grasp.
"But ... Debby ... incest--"
"Don't worry, Mom," Debby said. "Billy and I have both got it worked out in our heads. We won't hurt each other, physically or mentally. You don't have to worry."
"But--"
"Mom, Billy and I both have really strong sexual urges and, let's face it, it's a lot better to, uh, get it at home than to have to go out on dates. Maybe we are more mature than most kids, but ... that's just the way it is."
Mavis felt her lower lip trembling. She just didn't know what to make of this sudden turning of the tables. Five minutes ago she had been so sure of herself, all set to lecture her thirteen-year-old daughter on the evils of incest, and now ...
"Debby-I--"
"I hope I haven't hurt your feelings, and Billy and I will obey you," Debby said sincerely. "But ... I hope you just realize that we're not harming each other. That it's good for us, know what I mean?"
"Debby ... I just don't know what to think any more ..."
"Don't worry, Mom. If anything's wrong, it's just that maybe Billy and I are a little oversexed." Realizing that this was a rare close moment between them--that it was more like two women talking than simply mother and child--Debby reached over and took her mom's hand in her own and added, in an affectionately teasing voice, "And you're the one we inherited our sexuality from, you know. Billy and I know how lonely you are, and we understand. We know how lonely you are ... and how horny you are, Mom. Billy saw you yesterday afternoon behind that cabin ... he saw what you were doing and ... and that's what got us so turned on last night that we made love ..."
"Oh, Debby!" cried Mavis, falling forward into her young daughter's arms and crying against Debby's shoulder.
It was as if some emotional dam had broken, and the torrent of Mavis' held-back anxieties burst forth as her body shook with sobs, sobs of frustration, of shame, and yes, of happiness ... of finally having someone to lean on, if only just for a moment, if only the shoulder of her own daughter.
Debby was a little taken aback at first, but she adjusted quickly. She realized that, just the way her relationship with Billy had been altered that one night, now her relationship with her mother was altered. There was a closeness, a bond, that had never been there before; that was formed and made strong as she reached up and touched her fingers to her mother's hair and made soft, relaxing sounds as Mavis cried out all of the things that had been building up and tormenting her from within.
Something, in that instant, made Debby Richards lift her fingers to her mother's face and tilt her mother's face up to her own. Their eyes met, and both women saw in the other's face something that surprised and yet excited them.
"I love you, Mother," Debby said softly.
"Oh, Debby ..."
Their lips moved together, and they kissed.
It was a gentle kiss at first. A kiss of quivering lips and shallow breath. A butterfly kiss. But once their soft, pliant lips had touched, a new energy overcame them and their lips pressed harder.
Debby's other hand came up and she was now cupping her mother's face in both her hands. Her tongue darted out, at first just to moisten her mom's lips, and then to dart like some teasing serpent into her mother's mouth. She swirled her tongue around in small circles, then stabbed it in and out, and the first time her tongue touched Mavis' tongue, both women moaned sexily.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, Mother ..."
Mavis pulled her face back for just an instant. "Ohh, Debby, Debby ... wh-what's happening to us?"
Debby shook her head. "I-I don't know," she said, somewhat dazed herself. "But it's ... it's what I want to happen ... w-with all my heart ..."
"Debby ... my beautiful child ..."
They drew together again. Debby's arms went around Mavis and tilted her back until both girls were lying stretched out across the ground. Their lips met again, and again their tongues played their teasing game, only this time Mavis took part as well, her own tongue dueling with Debby's as their hands ran up and down each other's bodies.
Debby was still the aggressive one. With one hand circled around behind her mother's neck, her other ran lightly down the length of Mavis' form, all the way down her side as far as Debby could reach. Then Debby brought her fingertips back up along Mavis' inner thigh, letting her hand just glide smoothly over the crotch of her mother's jeans. It was just a slight grazing touch, but as the fingers brushed her there Mavis' hips arched up and her legs spread apart.
"Mmmmmmmm ... ohhhhhhhh, Debby ..."
Debby's fingers creased up over her mother's flat belly, which was quivering now from her shallow breathing, up across her ribcage, and finally to the fine pair of proud, full boobs. They were flattened out because Mavis was lying down, but the nipples were still hard and hot, and poked through the clinging material of the sheer blouse.
"Mother ..." Debby whispered against the older woman's ear. "You have such beautiful breasts ..."
"Ohh, play with them, Debby ... please play with them ... they're on fire for your touch!"
Debby herself felt her temperature rising. Her own little titties were aching for kissing and sucking, and she could feel her panties beginning to grow wet, her pussy was so excited. It was all so terribly exciting. Last night she had gotten so turned on listening to Billy tell about watching Mom masturbate. The vision had steamed her up so badly that she'd finally allowed her big brother to bang her box. And now, here was her mom in the flesh, begging her to play with her titties! It was almost more than the thirteen-year-old nymph could bear. She knew she could probably cum right there, without her pulsating cunt even being touched!
But that would never do. She wanted to make this last.
"Oh Mom, you're such a fox ..." she breathed into the older woman's ear.
Her tongue began flicking out to play with that ear, and Mavis' neck and throat as well, as she finally started to give Mavis' jugs the loving attention they craved. But she still was not direct. She still teased ...
Her free hand cupped the big boob from underneath and she caressed it with her small palm, squeezing it and letting just an index finger flick over the nipple from below. Yet the minute that finger teased her yearning flesh, it was as if Mavis had been hit by an electrical shock. Her whole body jerked and a wild gasp escaped her lips.
"Ohh ... more ... more ... Debby, please ... do that some more ... oh, lord ..."
Debby got a teasing glint in her eye. "You mean ... like this?" she asked.
The finger flicked again. Mavis bucked again.
"Yes ... yes ... oh, yes ... ohhhhhhhhh ..."
"Do you want me to play with your titties, Mother? Do you want me to use my fingers on them and pinch and tease them? Is that what you want?"
Mavis' head whipped back and forth on the ground as Debby's one finger continued to maddeningly tease her flaming tit.
"Ohhhh, yes ... make them hurt ... make them hurt, Debby ... please, I need it!"
Debby was merciless. The finger would flick, then pause, then flick again, until the burning tip of the breast was as hard as a rock.
"But you're my own mother ..." she teased.
"Ohhh oh, Debby ... I don't care," Mavis panted like the bitch in heat that she was. "I ... I watched you and your brother fuck last night and I ... I got so excited ... I couldn't stand it ... I had to hump myself on m-my own bed, but now I've got you, baby, I've got you ... and I don't care if you're my daughter ... it ... it just excites me more!"
"Oh, you beautiful bitch!" Debby cried, and she slid her hand up from under her mother's boob to cup the whole thing against her palm.
Mavis almost screamed her delight that the delicious torture of her titties was over. "Ohhhh, Debby ... my darling daughter ... play with them, baby ... play with them!"
Debby couldn't help but obey. Her entire body was on fire with lust for this hot fox that was writhing under her.
She slid her other arm from beneath her mother's head. At the same time she sat up straight with a leg on each side of her mother. Now both hands were free, and Mavis was beneath her, dying for attention.
She gave it to her!
She took both hands and cupped both of her mother's firm tits. Then she really began playing with them. She tweaked at the nipples, pulling them up with her fingers and twisting and pinching them. Flicking them back and forth with her thumbs. And palming them, moving her hands in hard, small, fast circles. Then she went back to teasing, then palming, then teasing again, over and over, and all the while the juices of her own pussy soaked through her panties and even her jeans. The more loving she gave to her mother's boobs, the hotter Mavis became, until Mavis' own hands came over Debby's, increasing the pressure on her boobs.
"Ohhhh, that's it, baby," Mavis panted. "Play with them like that only ... take off my blouse ... mmmmmmmm, I don't know what's happening to us, but I love it ... I love it!"
After a few more minutes of tittie-play, Debby began to unbutton her mother's blouse. And all the while she did this, she was dry-humping Mavis, rocking back and forth over her mother's stomach, the pressure of the friction through the crotch of her jeans driving her almost blind with need.
At last the final button on Mavis' blouse broke free and Debby parted the material. Mavis wore no bra and her aching titties were there to be sucked and played with in all their shaking, shimmering glory. Debby bent over and took one of the hard nipples into her mouth.
"OHHHHHH, MY GODDD ..." cried Mavis the instant Debby's warm, wet sucking mouth clamped around the nipple and went to work.
While Debby sucked and licked one tit, she played with the other. Then she switched. Her mother thrashed and moaned below her, completely out of her mind now with horniness. Mavis had hung up all rational thought with that first tongue kiss. All there was now was the need to cum; to feel the kind of mind-blowing orgasm she had experienced twice yesterday, and wanted again today.
The fact that it was her own daughter sucking her tits didn't bother Mavis a bit right then. The fact that it was Debby who was down there doing all those delightful things to her titties just seemed to make it all the more exciting; seemed to make her pussy grow just that much wetter.
"Here," she gasped, reaching for the buckle of Debby's jeans. "Let ... let me take these things off, my darling. Let Mommy be nice to you too!"
Somewhat reluctantly, because it was bringing her cunt so much pleasure, Debby rolled off her mother's belly. But she knew there were more beautiful pleasures just waiting to be experienced!
"Oh yes," she sighed. "Strip me, Mommy ... strip me, please, and make love to me ..."
Mavis swayed around onto her knees and, kneeling over her daughter, undid the girl's pants and slid them down her slim, tanned legs. Then she removed the panties and even after she had dropped them to the ground, the moisture from them still clung to her fingers.
And as she did this and got ready to go down on her daughter and suck her pussy dry, one more exciting thought raced through her head, hammering away at her lust like a hard cock ramming a horny pussy, and just made her own twat drip that much more.
I'm so excited, she thought, looking at Debby. I'm so hot, but ... if only Billy were here now ... if only Billy were here to fuck one of us or both of us with that strong cock of his! Ohh, then it would be complete ... my horny family would be complete ... if only Billy were here ...
The truth of the matter was, Billy was there, although at that moment he was well hidden from the line of vision of either his mother or his sister. Not that either of them were looking for him!
Yes, Billy was there all right and he couldn't believe his eyes!
He'd been picking up some weird vibes from his mom all morning, and when she'd suggested that she and Debby take a walk alone that afternoon, his curiosity had been aroused and, at a safe distance, he'd tagged along to see what was up. And right at that moment he knew what was up--it was his own pecker, throbbing and straining to break loose from the confines of his pants.
They're beautiful! he thought from his hiding place a few yards away from where his mother and Debby were stripping each other. God, how I'd love to join them ...
But he knew he shouldn't, and so he contented himself with just watching. His mother had just stripped off Debby's jeans and now she was taking off her own slacks, and the sight of all those smoothly rounded feminine curves glowing there in the sunlight before his eyes made him know that there was only one thing to do while he watched.
Slipping down his pants, his eyes glued to the scene of lust before him, he began stroking his rock-hard dick as his mother went down on his baby sister ...
The warm afternoon sunlight glowing down on Mavis Richards' bare back was in itself sensuous and tantalizing as she bent over and lowered her face between Debby's widespread thighs. She had never eaten another woman's pussy before in her life, but she knew she could do just what a girl liked!
With her hands on Debby's hips, she began slowly by puckering her lips and blowing a faint stream of warm air up and down the entrance to the thirteen-year-old's twat.
"I know, baby," Mavis purred. "And it'll get nicer!"
Still without touching the cunt lips with her fingers, she began licking up and down the length of the outer lips like a cat going after milk, making loud-slurping noises as she tongued. Her tongue was like a scoop working away at the thick juices. She kept licking and slurping, and with each stroke of her strong tongue poor little Debby would get hotter and hotter.
Debby was holding her mom's head between her hands now, hanging on for dear life as she had her twat eaten out for the first time in her thirteen years. She ran her fingers through her mother's thick tresses and, bending her knees, she began to rotate her hips, arching them to push her face ever tighter against Mavis' sucking mouth.
"Mommy ... Mommy ..." she panted over and over. "Eat your baby daughter ... eat me, Mommy ... ahhhmmmm ... ohhhhhhhh ..."
"It tastes so good," growled Mavis, giving her waggling tongue a rest. "So good!"
"Mommy, please," the girl begged. "Don't stop now ... d-don't stop ... do some more to my little pussy ... make me cum, Mommy ... please, I'm so hot ... do more things to me!"
"All right, my baby," she said. "If that's what you want ..."
"Ohh, it's what I want," gasped the girl, still running her fingers through her mom's long dark hair. "Eat me, Mommy ... eat me!"
"Hold on, sugar," her mother said, and she lowered her face once again to the pulsating lips of the love-starved twat. "Here we go ..."
This time Mavis used both of her hands on the girl's pussy as well. First, before she even used her mouth, she flicked her fingers madly up and down over Debby's cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" cried Debby. "Ohhhh, my godddddd ..."
Her hips were rotating like crazy now. She had never imagined anything as beautiful as having another woman suck her hot fuckpit, and it was driving the poor child into another dimension entirely. Her bare ass wiggled and shook on the ground as she jammed her pussy harder against her mom's face and fingers.
Now Mavis brought the fingers of both hands to the sides of the lips of the girl's pussy and parted the tender flesh as far apart as it would go. At the same time she pressed upward with her two index fingers. And there it was. Throbbing, wet and erect, and just waiting for some good loving ...
Mavis blew another stream of warm air across the exposed clitoris.
"Aahhhhhhhmmmm ..." cried Debby, her mouth torn open in a wide circle as she screamed her excitement at the sky. The sensations at her pussy caused her to nearly rip Mavis' ears off with her hands, she was so excited. And this of course excited Mavis that much more. So much that she finally had to take just a moment out from her labor of love and look up at Debby.
Debby's head was whipping back and forth from side to side. Her eyes were closed. She was gasping and her boobs bounced madly, the nipples erect.
It was an exciting sight indeed!
"I love you, Debby," Mavis panted softly, and lowered her face once again to the girl's hot cunt.
Puckering her mouth as if for a kiss, she centered her lips around the clit. The little tidbit was hot to the touch and tasty as could be, surrounded as it was by a small sea of trickling, oozing love juices.
Now Mavis really got down to business. She was merciless. Her tongue began flicking, the extended tip of it snapping back and forth across the aroused love-button with forceful determination, faster and faster; not to tease now, but to make the young girl cum.
The two bodies in the grass tensed and writhed as the sexual tension within them both built higher and higher.
Mavis still had the thirteen-year-old's clit in her mouth, the tongue still whipping it in frenzy as she took one of her hands and, with a straightened index finger, began finger-fucking the young bitch as well.
This was all it took for Debby!
"Ohhhh, my god!" she screamed. "Mommy, I'm there ... I'M CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!"
Her legs snapped into a lock around Mavis' neck and she began humping and bouncing in triple-time as if electrical shocks were exploding through her, her ass lifting off the ground as the multiple orgasms took control of her.
Between her legs, Mavis almost choked on the flood of girl cum that pulsed from the pussy she was sucking. Debby's juices flowed down her mother's throat and coated Mavis' mouth and chin.
At last the girl's bucking subsided and she gave a long drawn-out sigh. "Ohhhhh, Mom ... that was lovely ..." she whispered.
But Mavis was still hot to trot!
"Let's do it some more, baby," she gasped, pulling away from the teenager's twat. "Make your Mommy cum now, okay ... and I'll eat you some more ... please ..."
"Anything for you," Debby sighed. "Come here ... let me see that beautiful pussy my mother has ..."
In one smooth motion Mavis came up onto her knees and swung her body around so that she was still right over Debby's twat, only now her own burning fuckhole was inches above the girl's face as well.
Debby purred at the sight staring down at her. So this was what it was like to gaze at another woman's pussy this closely. Why, it was beautiful! So pink and moist and warm, with the lips actually seeming to flutter in their need for the loving attention of someone's mouth.
It looked delicious ...
Debby remembered how the girls in the porno books had made love, as well as the way her mother had just satisfied her. She hoped she could make her mom half as happy with her mouth!
Mavis wasted no time. She circled her arms around Debby's legs, spreading them, and lowered her already cum-smeared face for more oral action. She took up where she left off, with one of her fingers screwing the girl and her tongue like a hard lash whipping back and forth across Debby's still-aroused, throbbing clitoris.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," sighed Debby with pleasure, arching her hips up off the ground and rotating them. She could feel her cum and her mother's saliva dripping down between the cheeks of her ass and she loved it--but she didn't get so carried away that she forgot the pussy staring down at her from inches above. She could see it, she could smell it ... and now she licked her lips and got ready to taste it.
Reaching up, the first thing she did was to run her hands along her mother's taut body. Her palms grazed up along the ribcage and stopped at Mavis' boobs. Debby was fascinated at the sight of them. As Mavis leaned over, her face buried between the girl's legs, her melon-sized tits hung down and swayed in time to the lapping she was giving Debby's cunt. The nipples were rock-hard cherries.
Debby stretched her arms out and took the huge jugs in her hands. Cupping them, she squeezed and played with them. The hard buds seemed to burn her palms. Above her, Mavis seemed to dip her tongue into her cunt even faster.
"Ahhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, wiggling her fine ass. "Mmmmmm ... ohhhhh ..."
Mavis couldn't speak because her mouth was full of pussy, but, much as Debby knew her mother was enjoying the tittie-play, she also knew what her mom wanted even more.
"I'm gonna suck you dry, you fox," Debby promised in a throaty whisper.
Then she gave her mother's tits one last, passionate squeeze and slid her hands back down along the length of Mavis' body. Mavis was so excited by now that Debby could actually feel her mother's smooth white flesh trembling with anticipation beneath her fingertips.
At last Debby's hands reached the older woman's ass. She cupped both cheeks, spreading them as far apart as they would go. Then she lifted her face to within a half-inch of the pussy. The lovely, tangy scent was even stronger now and it was like some heady perfume in Debby's nostrils. She wanted to do this just right for the woman who was being so good to her, so she didn't take any chances--she did it just the way Mavis had sucked her twat.
She began by blowing a warm stream of air in and around the yearning cunt hole, then followed this with some fluttering finger action. She even thrilled at the way her fingers came away from the pussy feeling moist and sticky. Then, at last, she did it. Holding onto her mom's ass for leverage, she brought her mouth right up against the lips of the cunt, parting the outer flanges with her tongue and zeroing straight in to find Mavis' horny clitoris.
Once she'd found the erect bud, Debby's tongue went to work, flapping back and forth across the tiny love-button with an occasional sweep down along the length of the cunt lips to soak up some of the flowing juices, but mostly concentrating on the bud. Debby may have been a beginner, but she was a quick learner!
She lowered her hips until Debby's whole head was almost enveloped between her legs.
Ohh, it was beautiful! She could never have imagined anything like this! She'd always let men go down on her, but there was no way a man could know just how to do it, and here was Debby, her own hot sexy little Debby, on her first time going down, giving Mavis more pleasure than the young mother had ever thought possible from a pair of lips and a dipping tongue.
As for Debby, she too was completely swept away by the tide of delicious lesbian love. Her whole universe right then was the hot humid closeness of wrapped legs and dripping pussy, as well as the sensations down there between her own legs as, between moans, her mother continued to service her.
"Ohhhh, Mommy ..." she panted, bucking her hips. "Eat me, Mommy ... ohh, it feels so good ... eat me ... eat your baby daughter ... ohhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaahhhh."
"Baby, baby," moaned Mavis, gobbling the young girl's cum. "You taste so good! Faster ... lick me faster, child ... that's it ... ahahahaha ... mmmmmmmhhhhhhhh ..."
The sucking seemed to go on for hours. Mother and daughter hugged and hunched and humped there in the field under the afternoon sun, lost in a world of their own desires.
But all of that suddenly changed ...
The first time Mavis became aware of the fact that they had company was when she felt a second pair of hands running over the smooth cheeks of her ass!
Her eyes popped open and she brought her dripping face away from her daughter's hot pussy and looked back over her shoulder, at the same time that Debby realized something was up and opened her eyes as well, to stare up from between her mother's widely spread thighs.
The word popped from both of their surprised mouths at the same time.
"BILLY!!"
Yes, it was Billy, and something definitely was up--in this case, it was the fifteen-year-old boy's solid, meaty pecker that now stood pulsating at full attention, poised with the flaming red tip even now quivering between the cheeks of Mavis' shapely butt.
Billy stood there with a foot at either side of Debby's head. He was crouched over and he had a hand on either cheek of his mother's ass. He was pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the lovely, pink, puckered rim of her asshole.
"B-Billy ..." Mavis gasped, confused and yet even more excited at the same time at the sight of the boy's hard prick. "Wh-what are you d-doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the boy said with an excited grin. "I want to fuck you, Mother."
"B-but--"
"I followed you," he explained. "I've been watching you. I've been jacking off, but ... but I couldn't stand it any longer. I-I had to join you ..."
Mavis couldn't believe it. It was like a dream come true! Here she'd been sucking off her daughter imagining how nice it would be to have her son fucking her too, and there was Billy, more than willing to please.
"Ohhhh, yes, Billy," she sighed. "Fuck me, my darling ..."
So saying, her head dipped back down between Debby's thighs. Once again the touch of her mother's mouth on her cunt caused the young girl to moan. With her eyes narrow slits of passion, she grinned up at her brother.
"It's no fantasy now, Billy," she moaned. "Fuck Mommy ... fuck her good!!"
Then she raised her face and began to suck on Mavis' clit.
"Ohhhhhhhh ..." sighed Mavis, "Ohhh, Debby ... Billy ... ohhhhhhhhh, this is beautiful!"
Watching the girl and the woman sucking at each other again made Billy think he was going to cum before he even got up his mother's tight bunghole. But he bit his lip and held off. It wouldn't be long, he knew. He'd masturbated for about five minutes even before he'd ventured out here, and his balls were tight and heavy with his burning cream, just waiting to be fired into his mother's hot, squirming body.
As the two girls sucked each other off, he kept Mavis' asscheeks spread and moved the head of his dick to the entrance of her asshole. Then he slid a hand down between her legs to where Debby was licking. When the hand came away it was dripping with his sister's hot saliva and his mother's even hotter juices.
Billy used this combination as a lubricant. He smeared the warm juices all around the puckered entrance winking up at him. Then, when he thought it was slick enough, he eased his hips forward a fraction of an inch and the first portion of his prick sunk in.
Once the head was in, Billy gripped his mother's hips and rotated his pelvis slightly. The asshole was like a tight wet fist around his cock. He loved the sensation, but he wanted to take it easy. He didn't want to hurt his mother.
When the cockhead was comfortably lodged within the burning, slick orifice, he slid in another inch, and then another, and another, until at last the hair around his dick was matted flat against the cheeks of his mom's asshole.
I'm in! he thought. I'm fucking my mother in the asshole. My beautiful mother ... I'm going to cum up her ass ...
The thought itself was enough to almost bring him to orgasm, but he still held off. You never knew when a chance like this might come along again, and he wanted to make the most of it!
So, pulling his dick out to almost the full length, he let it slide back in. Then out, then in. Out-in, out-in, until a steady rhythm had developed. A steady rhythm that grew faster and faster, harder and harder as he gripped his mother's hips tighter than before and banged away at her asshole while Debby licked her cunt.
Billy had never experienced anything like it!
"Ohh, Mom," he panted while he fucked. "You're beautiful ... so beautiful ... your asshole is so tight ... so hot ... I've dreamed about fucking you for so long ... it's--it's even better than I ever imagined!"
"Ohh, Billy ... Debby ..." cried their horny young mother. "You're making me feel so good ... I'm ... I'm almost there ... that's it ... oh-oh-oh ... ohhhh, I'm cummmiiinnnggggg!"
"M-me too!" gasped Billy, unable to hold back his shooting sperm a moment longer.
"And me!!" chimed in Debby, as the second wave of climax washed over her.
It was a simultaneous explosion of lust unlike any of the three had ever experienced all at once--all three of their pumping bodies exploded with the power of their orgasms.
For Mavis, it was an unbelievable trip! There she was, crouched over this slim young girl that was her own daughter, getting her clitoris licked to orgasm while she discovered the joy of sucking another woman's cunt, while all the while the healthy, muscular stud that was her son pumped his incredible cock in and out of her ass.
And Billy--it was no less a turn-on for him as he watched his long, strong dick ram in and out of the hot hole before him. With one last forward slam of his hips, he felt his gun blow its load of hot shooting cum far into the depths of his mother's tight asshole.
Below him, Debby tossed and twisted like a bucking bronco. She'd been watching Bill's prick screw their mother's ass only inches from her face while she'd sucked at Mavis' pussy. She saw the final tightening of Billy's balls, felt the power of that last slam of his hips against her mother's asscheeks, and as the cum overflowed, she felt her own orgasm erupt within her.
As the tight knot of their bodies fucked and sucked furiously, their moans filled the air.
On and on the three of them continued, until, slowly but surely, the power and energy ebbed from their bodies. At last, with mutual sighs and tender kisses, the Richards family slipped apart from one ball of sex to become three separate people again.
As they lay side by side in the grass, Billy was the first to speak. "Well," he said, "thanks for letting me join the party!"
His eyes met Debby's. She had a shy smile on her lips. "Thank you, Billy," she said softly. "It was ... it was lovely ..."
And then they both looked at Mavis, and there was a trace of anxiety in both their looks. What would their mother say now? Would she be ashamed, now that the lust had passed? Would she be angry, or hurt, or embarrassed?
Mavis made them both wait for nearly a half-minute before her face broke out in the widest smile either of the children had ever seen.
"Thank you both," she told them, "for the best fuck I've ever had in my life!"
Chapter 6
"Would you like a joint, Mom?"
Billy asked the question as casually as he could. The three of them were still lounging in the field. They had slipped into their clothes, but not much had been said. They were still catching their collective breath. The sun had begun arcing towards the west and Mavis could tell that it must be getting into late afternoon. She knew that they ought to be starting back soon, but she just couldn't seem to get herself in gear. And, besides, there were things to discuss ...
"Sure, Billy," she said. "Not that we need any mellowing out ..."
Debby, leaning with her back against a tree, gave a small giggle. "Boy, I'll say," she chimed in. "I feel ... I feel like I'm floating in outer space someplace. I don't think I've ever felt this good!"
Billy reached into his shirt pocket and came out with a tightly rolled joint. Lighting it, he took a long drag and handed it to his mother.
As he exhaled, he said, "I'm sure glad you guys didn't flip when I came out to join you. It's just that I got so horny watching."
Mavis passed the number on to Debby after taking a toke of her own. "My days of flipping are over, children," she said steadily. "At first I thought it was just this place, Sunny Acres."
"What do you mean, Mom?" asked Debby.
"I mean," said Mavis, "that from the minute we got here yesterday, I've felt different. Of course it felt great to get away from the city and all, but there was more to it than that. I felt ... well, sexy. Really sexy! Sexier than I've felt in a long, long time."
As the joint continued to pass among them, Billy gave an understanding smile. "I know what you mean," he said. "I saw you yesterday, remember?"
"Yes," Mavis said, nodding. "I-I don't know what came over me. At least, I didn't know until I did some thinking about it. That wasn't like me, masturbating out in the open while I watched another couple make love. But there I was all right, doing it!"
The pot was going to work on Debby already. She reached up and touched one of her boobs, feeling the nipple tingle at her own touch.
"It must have been beautiful ..." she said wistfully.
"And then last night," Mavis continued. "After so many months of playing with each other but not actually screwing, last night--your first night here, mind you--you kids decided to screw. And I saw it, and I have to admit, it really turned me on. I went back into my room and I masturbated again, thinking about you." She reached out and touched a hand to Billy's inner thigh, close up to his crotch. "I-I was thinking mostly about you, Billy. About that lovely dick of yours, and how I'd love to have it fucking me."
Billy was both flattered and startled. "Really, Mom? Jeez!"
"Then today ... well, today all of our fantasies came true," she added happily.
"So what are you saying, Mom?" asked Debby. "You don't think Sunny Acres has something to do with it--"
"It does in the sense that we're here," said Mavis. "We've all needed this for a long time, kids."
"I don't think I understand ..." said Billy.
"It's like this," explained Mavis, "I've been living the life of a supposedly proper, upstanding young mother for quite a few years now, trying to set a good example for you kids. Well, it just doesn't seem like that's necessary any more, does it? I mean, we're not in Milwaukee any more, so I don't have to worry about what people think. And it looks like I really don't have to worry about setting an example for you two any more, either." She gave a pleasant laugh. "You seem to have done just fine on your own, if you know what I mean. So where does that leave your mother? It leaves me at what I consider a great place to be!"
"I get it," said Billy. "So now that the reasons for holding back are gone--"
Mavis nodded. "Exactly. Now that the reasons are gone, I just think I'll do with this body of mine what I damn well please!"
Debby grinned happily. "With us?"
"With anyone I damn well please!" Mavis replied. "But yes, with you kids especially. Debby and Billy, welcome to the sexual reawakening of Mavis Richards!"
Debby reached out and entwined her fingers through her mother's. She could still feel the sexual attraction tingle between them.
"Can we ... play again tonight?" asked Debby as she rose to her feet.
"Yes," Mavis said. "Tonight. Tonight and every night, if we feel like it ... which we probably will! But right now we've got to earn our keep. Come on, kids, let's go!"
And together, the three of them holding hands like the happiest, most ideal family on earth, retraced their way back across the meadow and through the woods to the Sunny Acres Resort.
A long black Continental sat waiting for them in the gravel driveway before the office when they returned, its chrome glinting in the late-afternoon sun. There was a dog in the car, a big German Shepherd, but outside of that no one else was around.
"Oh, I knew this would happen," Mavis said with a sigh. "They came while we were gone. This doesn't look good for us at all."
"Don't worry, Mom," said Billy. "They're probably just taking a stroll. I'm sure they haven't been here long."
Debby had walked over and was looking in at the dog. "Golly, isn't he pretty," she said. "I wonder if he bites? I--"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about Jason," came a voice from behind them. "He's one of the most well-trained dogs you'll ever come across." The voice belonged to a portly man in his late forties or early fifties. He walked over to the car and opened the door. "Isn't that right, Jason?" he said.
The dog, panting happily with its tongue hanging out, jumped from the car and pranced around the man who was obviously his master.
Reaching down and stroking the dog's neck, the man said, "My name's Lou MacCauley, and this is my wife, Helen. We have reservations here for two."
The woman who had followed her husband from the path through the woods was in her forties and remarkably beautiful; a full-figured redhead with a bright, beguiling smile and a throaty voice.
Mavis returned them a bright smile of her own. "Well then, won't you step inside and register?" she suggested cheerily. "We have your cabin all ready."
"That would be just fine," said Mr. MacCauley. Then, looking at the dog he added, "Jason, why don't you stay out here and make friends with the kids?"
Jason seemed more than pleased to obey. He certainly was a friendly dog. As Debby and Bill petted and played with him, he continually nuzzled his nose up against them, especially Debby. And especially against her crotch. But dogs do that often, and Debby, or Billy for that matter, didn't think anything of it at the time ...
About five minutes later Mr. and Mrs. MacCauley and Mavis stepped from the office.
"So, everything's all set," said Mr. MacCauley. "Dear, were there any questions you had for Mrs. Richards?"
The older woman smiled. "No," she said, "but I was wondering, dear, if maybe we might invite them over one night. The children certainly do seem to be getting along with Jason, and perhaps Mavis here might like some company. In a place like this there can be people all over and still no one to just sit down and have a drink and watch the sunset with. How does that sound to you, Mavis? Would you and your children care to join us one of these evenings? Just a little get-together?"
Mavis was a bit surprised at the unexpected invitation, but it did sound like a good idea to her. She always enjoyed meeting new people.
"Why certainly," she replied. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
Lou MacCauley clapped his hands and rubbed them together heartily. "Well there's no time like the present, I always say," he grinned. "How about tonight?"
"Sure ..." said Mavis. "Tonight would be just fine."
"How about you kids?" the man asked. "Feel like coming over and visiting Jason and us tonight around eight?"
Billy and Debby were still petting the German Shepherd, and he was still nuzzling and sniffing between Debby's legs every chance he got.
"We'll be there," said Billy.
Debby nodded. "Can we play with Jason?" she asked.
"Oh, you certainly can," said Mrs. MacCauley, with a new, subtle undercurrent to her voice that no one seemed to catch. "You most certainly can, my darling!"
"Well then, that settles it," said MacCauley, "Let's go, dear, and see our new home for the next week. It certainly should be a change from Chicago." As they got into the car, he added, "We'll see you tonight then, folks, around eight o'clock."
"Eight it is," confirmed Mavis, and she lifted her arm in a small wave as the car pulled off down the gravel driveway and turned out of sight.
"Say, that should really be fun tonight," said Billy as he turned back towards his mother.
"I like Jason," said Debby. "He's really a gentle, friendly dog!"
"Yes, I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time," said Mavis a bit absently, "but right now it's dinner time, children. Let's get inside and wash up!"
The children nodded and passed by her into the house, but as she watched them, it was still only absently. Her mind was trying to evaluate Mr. and Mrs. MacCauley, and the effect they'd had on her.
They'd been sending out some kind of vibes that Mavis just hadn't been able to connect with; there was some sort of undercurrent running there that she could sense more than recognize. She'd felt it when the three of them had been alone in the office while the new couple had registered, and she'd felt it again in the words of Mrs. MacCauley when Debby had been playing with Jason a few moments back. No, she couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but it was there all right.
It was something ... something sexual.
Yes, that was it. An undercurrent of sexuality seemed to throb like something alive every time either of the MacCauleys had spoken to her, or to each other, or even looked at her.
It was eerie, weird, and she didn't know what to make of it ...
* * *
As the dog Jason nosed around and got acquainted with the place, Lou MacCauley turned from surveying the interior of their new cabin and looked at his wife. They were standing in the wide, spacious, walnut-paneled living room.
"Well, dear," he said with a peculiar glint in his eye, "what do you think?"
Helen MacCauley sank down into one of the overstuffed couches that adorned the room.
"It's divine," she replied. "And perfect for when things get rolling. Plenty of floor space, plenty of beds, plenty of couches. Yes, it's perfect!"
MacCauley sat down next to her and wagged his head back in the general direction of the Richards' office-cabin. "I think we've got three sure-fire winners back there," he said. "Did you see the way Jason went after that little girl's pussy?"
His wife nodded. "Yes, and don't forget the couple in Number Seven who we saw on our walk, Jordan, wasn't that their name?" She leaned back gave a long sigh. "It should be a beautiful week, Lou."
MacCauley grinned and leaned over, placing a meaty hand on his wife's nyloned thigh. He began stroking her there, moving his palm in slow circles along the hot flesh, pushing the hem line of the dress she wore further and further up as his caressing hand moved higher.
He leaned over and whispered huskily into her ear, "Think it'll be enough young cock for you, my sweet?"
Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted in a small moan as his fingers began running across the sheer silk panties that hugged her cunt.
"And the pussy," she sighed. "Don't forget about the pussy. That young girl and her mother ... ohhhh, I can't wait to go down on them!"
MacCauley's index and middle fingers pulled aside the panties and began teasing the lips of her hot hole.
"I'm not forgetting, my lovely bitch," he whispered as his tongue lanced out and teased her ear. "I plan to fuck them both myself, many times ..."
As her husband's fingers continued to tease her cunt lips and her clit, Helen MacCauley spread her nylon-sheathed legs even wider apart. The dress was all bunched up around her hips now.
"Ohh, finger-fuck me, darling," she begged. "Get me off while I think about all the fun I'm going to have with these boys and girls this next week."
"Certainly, my dear," said her husband. And he began ramming his fingers in and out of the sophisticated woman's pussy.
The faster his fingers reamed her, the more she moaned and the harder her hips pumped against his hand. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the couch and her stylish shoes beat out a frenzied tattoo on the wooden floor as her excitement climbed higher and higher.
"Girls ... pussy ... cocks ... sucking ... fucking ..." she moaned and panted as her husband's strong fingers continued to fuck her dripping hole.
"More cock and cunt than you can eat," he whispered fiercely. "Think of it, Helen. Think of it! Nothing but young hot bodies for you to play with ... cocks ... cunts ... people going down on each other ... think of it, Helen ... think of it ..."
All at once the woman's body seemed to almost leap up and hang suspended as the fingers screwed extra deep.
"Oh, my God! she wailed. "That's it, baby ... ohhh, that's it ... AAAAggggHHHHMMMmmmm!"
A series of nearly unbelievable convulsions took hold of her as she writhed and twisted on the couch. The cum juices flowed freely from her pussy, washing over Lou MacCauley's hands and dripping down both his wrist and the smooth shiny nylons his wife wore.
Lou grinned. He'd been married to this bitch for nearly fifteen years and the reason it had lasted was that they knew what the other liked.
"Do you like that, baby? Do you like it?"
"Ohh, you know I do, Lou ... that's it ... ohhh, I'm doing it ... I'm cumming again ... ohhh ... AGGGHHH, OHHH, OOOOOH!"
At last, knowing that she was drained for the time being, MacCauley's fingers came to rest. They remained inside her twat until the cunt walls had stopped quivering. Then they came out and ran the length of her body, up over her stomach and across her breasts and along the smooth curve of her neck. When they rested over her mouth, the fingers were still wet and heavily scented with her own juices. This was something else that MacCauley knew his wife always loved.
Holding her husband's hand with both of her own, she took the fingers into her mouth and licked her own cum from them, moaning softly to herself at the delicious taste.
As she did this, Lou asked casually, "And who were you thinking of, my sweet, when you finally shot your gun?"
"The woman," she mumbled, still licking. "The woman Mrs. Richards ... ohhh, Lou ... it's going to be so beautiful--"
Lou nodded, feeling his dick grow hard.
He knew his wife was right ...
Chapter 7
It was another lovely, cool night in northern Wisconsin. The scent of fresh pines seemed that much more noticeable due to the crispness of the clean air, and the chirping of birds and the forest insects filled the darkness, along with the distant, constant sound of Lake Michigan lapping up against the beach and rocks all around the peninsula. One felt a comfortable closeness to nature here ... and yet, weird things could happen anywhere, Mavis Richards knew as she and her two children walked down the path from their cabin to where the MacCauleys were staying.
She hadn't been able to shake the premonition that something strange was about to occur once they got to the MacCauleys' cabin. The feeling had lingered all during dinner, and was even stronger now as the cabin drew near.
The first surprise of the evening was when Helen MacCauley opened the front door to Mavis' knock. Mavis and her children had not dressed up for the occasion by any means--they were dressed super-casual in fact--but they had nothing on Helen.
The statuesque redhead came to the door in a white combination robe-negligee that left nothing to the imagination in the way it clung lovingly to the full curves of her lush body. It was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. Her erect nipples poked through the smooth cotton material just below the dipping neckline, and the way the ankle-length robe sculpted itself to her thighs and long legs, the play of shadows made one almost think you could actually see the delicious bush of red pubic hair that would be snuggled in between her legs.
Mavis gulped audibly. She'd thought Helen to be a very attractive woman back there in the office, but seeing her like this ... Mavis felt vague tremors of excitement coursing through her at the unexpected sight.
Mrs. MacCauley held the door open and stepped aside with a lovely smile on her face. "Well, we're so glad you could make it," she said in that throaty voice of hers. "Won't you come in, folks?"
The front room of the cabin glowed softly and sensuously in the light of half a dozen tall, well-placed candles. Lou MacCauley had been sitting on one of the couches, apparently sharing drinks with his wife, and he rose as Mavis and her children stepped in. He was dressed in slacks and an open-necked shirt and, despite his considerable size, there was still a virile attractiveness about him.
"Ahh, Mavis," he greeted cheerily. "Billy and Debby ... so nice of you to come. Won't you sit down?"
Soft music drifted around the room from some hidden speakers. Combined with the candlelight, it created a relaxed, friendly, intimate atmosphere that Mavis and her kids immediately became a part of.
The three of them moved into the living room as Helen closed the door behind them. As they sat, Mr. MacCauley stood and crossed the room to a portable bar. After asking what they wanted, he fixed Mavis a Scotch on the rocks and poured each of the kids a coke. Coming back to the couch where they sat, he handed the drinks out and returned to the side of his wife, who was sitting on the couch across from the Richards clan. He raised his glass in a toast.
"To new friends," he said.
Everyone gave a pleasant murmur and took a long sip of their beverage. It was at this point that Mrs. MacCauley noticed that the children, especially Debby, seemed to be looking around for someone or something.
"Dear," she said to her husband, "I think one of the ... uh, family ... is missing."
Lou MacCauley snapped his fingers. "Of course! Sorry, kids," he said, and raising his voice he called, "Jason! Come here, boy! Come here!"
A moment later the German Shepherd came trotting into the living room from some other part of the house. He first came over to MacCauley, who gave him a quick pat, and then moved directly to Debby, nuzzling the back of his neck against her legs. He seemed to be more interested in her than ever.
"Well, you seem to have made a new friend," said Helen. "Jason really likes you."
"And I like him," Debby said, running her fingers along the animal's sleek body. "He's so ... so strong and ... and muscular-looking ..."
As they spoke, Mavis was taking another sip of her drink. She had only taken three drinks from her glass and already the room seemed warmer, the music seemed more sensual ...
"Have you managed this resort before?" asked Lou.
It took a moment for Mavis to realize she was being spoken to. "Umm ... w-what was that?" she asked slowly.
Mavis was vaguely aware that Helen seemed to have a sly, yet warm, loving smile on her face. "I think it's taking effect, dear," she said to her husband.
Sitting between his mother and sister, Billy Richards set his coke glass down on a coffee table. "Mom," he said lazily. "I ... I feel kind of funny ... I ... I feel kind of sleepy ..."
Mavis took another sip of her drink. She knew what Billy was talking about. She too felt lazy and aglow with some strange sensual feeling. The drink! she suddenly decided. The MacCauleys have put something in our drinks ... we've been drugged!
Jason was now standing before Debby with a front paw on each of her knees. Since her legs were spread somewhat, the way children will sit, Jason's underside was fully exposed, and it was obvious that the animal was getting stirred up about something. The shiny red flesh of his dick was throbbing to life from beneath his fur. He was still sniffing at Debby, rubbing his nose against her inner thighs. And Debby was fascinated by the dog too. Her eyes were glued to the throbbing animal-prick.
When Mr. MacCauley spoke, his voice was a deep, rich whisper, thick with lust.
"It is a beautiful cock, isn't it?" he asked the girl.
Debby gasped at the dirty word, but not because she was shocked. The word just struck a chord in her that suddenly brought her own lust to the surface. She had been scratching Jason under his neck. Now, with her fingers spread wide, she slid her hand along the dog's belly until it came to his prick. Her eyes met those of the dog's and they just seemed to stare at each other as she wrapped her fingers loosely around the red, warm cock and began stroking it. As soon as she did this, Jason let out a long, low sound from deep in his throat, and the dick in Debby's hand seemed to grow even bigger. As she continued to stroke, Jason's hips began to thrust.
"Ohh, it's lovely ..." the girl sighed, still transfixed by the sight.
Next to her on the couch, both Billy and Mavis felt they should protest, but they could not. They were excited by the scene too!
The soft, teasing music, the warm glow of the candles, and whatever it was that Mr. MacCauley had slipped into their drinks, all combined to draw them into a sexual mood that grew deeper and deeper, more delicious with each passing moment. Both Billy and his mom watched transfixed as Jason fucked Debby's warm little hand. Billy felt his own prick grow hard as a pool cue, and Mavis knew that her pussy was wet and hot; she could feel the damp material of her panties clinging to her crotch.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Helen MacCauley said softly.
Mavis looked at her. Helen sat like the others, watching the delightful, forbidden scene of a thirteen-year-old girl masturbating a German Shepherd. It was unbelievably erotic, and Mrs. MacCauley had completely given in to her kinky desires. She sat somewhat slouched down in the couch beside her husband. Beneath her robe her legs were parted and her nostrils flared at the sight before her. She was running her hand up and down one of her husband's legs, and it was obvious that he too was excited; his cock bulged from the front of his slacks.
"Oh, by the way," Lou whispered smoothly to the people across from him as he touched his wife's thigh through the robe and continued to watch Debby and Jason, "you needn't be alarmed about the potent yet harmless aphrodisiac which I've placed in your drinks. An ancient Etruscan narcotic. Quite effective, don't you think?"
None of the Richards answered him directly. Debby was still engrossed in her delicious task.
"Mommy ..." she said softly. "Jason's big prick ... isn't it ... isn't it beautiful!"
"Yes," Mavis replied, unable to take her eyes from the sight of the warm, wet cock sliding in and out of Debby's fist. "It's so ... different from a man's but ... still so exciting--"
"It'll sure be beautiful when he cums," said Billy, and both women moaned at his words.
Debby stroked Jason's cock faster and faster. The German Shepherd's strong flanks were pumping with steady, even thrusts. His tongue was hanging out and he was breathing loudly as he fucked the girl's hand, but his sounds were now indiscernible from the sighs and moans of the humans in the room.
"Ah, I see you don't object to me tampering with your drinks then," Mr. MacCauley continued. "But then, I didn't think you would. You see, Mrs. MacCauley and I are, uh, swingers, I suppose the proper term would be, and we go on vacation every year looking for people to share our ... diversions with. Sometimes people are willing but need their, shall we say, code of conduct eroded somewhat. We nearly always let these people know what they're drinking first but, in your case, we thought we'd make an exception. You see, my sensuous Richards family, Helen and I arrived early today and took a long walk and, quite by accident I assure you, we came upon a most exciting spectacle in one of the fields near here ..."
"We saw you," Helen MacCauley said thickly. "We saw you fucking and sucking, you beautiful people, and we wanted to fuck and suck all of you."
Mr. MacCauley's eyes connected with Mavis'. "Any objections to that, Mrs. Richards?" he asked pleasantly.
Mavis was almost too excited to hear him, but at last she did nod, still loving and being turned on by the sight of her little Debby and the big dog. The drug in her drink certainly was knocking away all of her inhibitions, that was for sure. She'd never experienced anything like it. The whole atmosphere of the room was one of sensuous sexual freedom.
As if reading her mind, Mr. MacCauley said to all of them, "I want you to do whatever you feel like doing. I want you to masturbate, or to make love to anyone in this room whom you would like to ..."
And so saying, he stood up and began removing his clothes. His eyes moved from the scene of the girl and the dog to where Mavis sat. As he slipped off his slacks, his cock snapped up to attention. It was gigantic! A thick, long, mature slab of hot, aroused meat.
That was all Billy needed! He unzipped his jeans, not even taking them all the way off, and grabbed his hard young pecker. As Debby hand-fucked the German Shepherd, the boy watched, sliding his hand up and down the white pillar of his own cock.
Beside him, Debby finally spoke. "Did ... did you say we could make love to anyone in this room?" she asked hotly, not stopping her hand.
Helen MacCauley caught her meaning and nodded. "Anyone, or anything, child," she replied. "What did you have in mind, darling?"
At last Debby stopped her hand and ran both her hands up and down the dog's body.
"Jason ..." she said. "I-I want to make love to this beautiful dog ..."
If she had expected any protests, there were none.
Mavis was now staring at MacCauley. "I want to be screwed by that big beautiful cock," she said plainly.
And Helen was transfixed by the sight of Billy beating his meat. "And when that lovely dick shoots its load of cum," she moaned, "I want it all deep down in my throat ..."
MacCauley clasped his hands together and rubbed them. "Well, then," he said, "what are we waiting for? Would anyone-heh--heh--care for another drink?"
No one even heard the offer. The aphrodisiac was a powerful one and the amount already consumed had been more than enough to submerge everyone in the room in a sea of lusting need.
Debby stood up first and gracefully stripped the clothes from her body. Everyone in the room took a moment to pause and drink in the smooth lines of her young body. The small pert breasts and the lean hips and the firm, nicely curved ass.
"Lovely," murmured Helen. "Just lovely ..."
After she had stripped off her panties and tossed them into a pile with the rest of her clothes, Debby lowered herself to the floor, stretching out on her back. Jason came over to her at once. The first thing he did was to lower his face to hers, and his tongue lapped out and gave her a kiss. Then he trotted around to between her legs. He sniffed at the girl's cunt briefly, then lowered his face to it.
"As you can see," Lou pointed out, "Jason is a very well-trained dog ..."
Debby reached down between her legs and touched the dog's head as it sniffed her cunt. It stopped sniffing, and its tongue licked out across the pink, sensitive, glistening pussy lips.
Debby's body writhed on the carpet. "OHHHH ... oh, Jason ..." she gasped.
The dog began licking faster and harder. Yes, Jason was well trained--he centered the lapping of his long hard tongue right around the area of Debby's clitoris, and soon the girl was gasping and grinding her hips against the animal's face as the German Shepherd slurped away.
Sitting on the couch watching her, Billy stroked his cock faster and faster, while with each thrust of his hand, Helen MacCauley felt herself becoming more aroused.
Ohhh, she thought, it's been so long since I've given head to a young boy like Billy ...
Meanwhile, Mavis had followed the lead of her daughter and, standing, had slipped from her clothes. Extending a hand to Lou MacCauley, she whispered huskily, "Come here, you well-hung stud, and sit down on the couch. I want to sit on top of you ... would you fuck me that way ... please?"
"Sure, Mavis," he said, coming past her and sitting with his legs spread slightly on the couch where Mavis had just been sitting, next to Billy. His ten-inch cock was pointing directly at the ceiling. "Have a seat, baby," he invited.
Unable to take her eyes off the dick, Mavis moved forward.
On the floor, Jason had stopped eating out Debby's cunt. A worried look crossed the aroused teenager's face, but disappeared as she looked between her legs and saw what the animal was doing. No, he was not finished with her. Not by any means! He had just stopped licking her because now there was something else on his horny mind!
This was obviously not the first time Jason had screwed a woman, and for one fleeting instant, Debby wondered how many times Jason had taken Lou MacCauley's place with Helen ...
Debby could see that the best way for getting fucked by the animal--and the way that Jason was probably used to--would have been for her to roll over with her butt in the air so that he could enter her from behind but she didn't want it that way. She wanted to see Jason as he screwed her; that would be half the fun! So she spread her legs wide, holding her knees and lifting her ass so that her cunt hole was exposed at a more upward angle that Jason would find easier to enter.
And sure enough, Jason quickly adapted to the change. The cock extending from his underside had swollen to a good seven inches by now. Debby's stared at it, her mouth open slightly, her breathing shallow and gasping, as the dog straddled her and the dick inched closer and closer to the lips of her hole.
"Ooooo, that's it, Jason," she crooned. "That's it ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me ..."
As the tip of the shiny cock made actual contact with the outer lips of her cunt, Debby gave a loud gasp of pleasure and instinctively clasped her legs tight around the dog's body, locking him even closer to her.
At the sight of this, Billy stroked the head of his cock faster and faster, feeling himself ready to cum. My sister is getting fucked by a dog, he thought frantically, and she loves it!
The thought excited him almost as much as the sight!
And then the dog's cock was inside the girl's cunt! He slid in smoothly, effortlessly, and suddenly Debby could feel the exciting wiry bristles of his underside rammed up tight against the soft down of her pussy hair. But only for an instant, and then he pulled out almost all the way--before ramming back in again with a powerful lunge. And that set the pace of his fucking. The dog screwed the young girl in hard, thrusting pumps, and Debby loved it. Her ass was bucking in time to the German Shepherd's now, and little squeals and yelps of pleasure burst from her lips.
As Billy watched this horny scene and masturbated to it, he felt the weight on the couch increase next to him, and was only mildly surprised to see his mother sit down on Lou MacCauley's ten-inch cock.
The slim brunette mother must have been as aroused as Mr. MacCauley was, for they indulged in no foreplay whatsoever. She just squatted down across his lap and the entire length of his prick slid easily into the depths of her cunt.
Once she had settled down on top of him, she circled her legs around his waist. And then they began fucking. Mavis would lift her ass up slightly off MacCauley's lap and swing it around in small circles, teasing his cockhead with just the outer lips of her cunt, before humping back down in time to his upward thrusts.
"Ohh, that's it, that's it," she moaned. "Fuck me with that big cock, you beautiful stud ... ohhh ... ohh!"
"Mmmm, baby, you are one fine piece of ass," MacCauley groaned as he pumped his dick in and out of her wet sucking pussy. "One of the best I've ever had!"
But things were still happening!
For just as Billy noticed his mother lowering herself onto the cock of Mr. MacCauley, Mrs. MacCauley--still wearing her robe--finally left her place on the couch and came over to kneel down in front of the masturbating boy. She took his hand in hers and removed it from his cock.
"Here," she purred sexily. "Let me do that."
The cock was already glistening and wet from the pre-cum juices that had oozed from the head. Helen MacCauley took up right where Billy had left off. Her slim, long-nailed fingers slid up and down the length of the hard shaft.
"Mmmmm," groaned the boy. "Ooohhh, that's nice ..."
"It's going to get nicer," Helen promised and, opening her mouth, she lowered her face to his lap.
She didn't take the entire dick in all at once. She was an expert at giving head, and she used all of her prowess on Billy! She closed her lips just around the pulsating head of the cock at first, while her hand still continued to stroke it down to the base from where it protruded from his jeans.
The woman's mouth was warm and slick with saliva. She swirled her tongue in circles around the head of the boy's rod, and occasionally let her front teeth nip teasingly at the tender flesh that, she knew, was already close to exploding. After a few moments of this, without warning, she bobbed her head down and Billy's dick rammed into her hot mouth up to the hilt.
Billy's hips bucked off the couch in delight as she began giving him deep throat. The redhead's face bobbed up and down on the boy's lap, and to Billy it was like fucking the deepest cunt imaginable, only with one big difference--this cunt had teeth and wiggling lips and swishing tongue that were sending him into another dimension.
"Yes ... yes, that's it ..." he groaned, holding onto the sides of her head as he fucked her face madly. "Ohh, Mrs. MacCauley ... you do that so good!"
Beside him his mother and Helen's husband were kissing while their hips circled and pumped at each other's in time to their moans and gasps of pleasure, and on the floor Debby was panting and occasionally screaming now as the German Shepherd rammed his prick in and out of her fluttering, dripping cunt.
Only Mrs. MacCauley was not getting satisfied, and she decided to do something about it. Without taking her robe off, she spread her legs as far as she could in her kneeling position and with her free hand pulled the hem line of the robe up around the spread checks of her ass. Then she momentarily took Bill's cock from her mouth. Not wanting to disappoint him, though, she continued masturbating him with her hand, letting the long sharp nail of her index finger scratch teasingly back and forth along the underside of the aroused head.
She looked over her shoulder and said, "Debby, child ... my pussy is dripping ... please ... while Jason is fucking you ... come here and eat me out, darling, the way you did to your mother this afternoon ..."
"Oh, yes ... yes, I'd love to," gasped Debby and, as the dog gave a particularly violent thrust: "Ohhhh, Jason! Jason, you beautiful animal!"
Without allowing the dog dick to slip from her pussy, she twisted around until she was lying down with her head against the couch, looking up at Helen's twat. The wet slickness of the soft white flesh was shiny from the light of the candles, and Debby could detect the lovely scent of aroused cunt without even lifting her face.
But she did lift her face to the fur-trimmed cunt hole. As the German Shepherd fucked her, she clasped her hands around the firm, spread cheeks of Helen's ass and lifted her face to the soaked lips of the excited pussy. She began by licking the lips, then she went for the clit, and as she nibbled and sucked the older woman closer and closer to orgasm, with her head now buried under the folds of Helen MacCauley's robe, she brought one of her hands around, and began finger-fucking the redhead bitch while she ate her, just as Mavis had done it to her that afternoon in the open field.
And the effect was the same on Helen as it had been on little Debby! The older woman gave a long, loud delicious moan. With one hand she continued to stroke Billy's cock. With the other she reached down between her body and the couch and ran her fingers through Debby's hair while the thirteen-year-old reamed her with tongue and fingers. She again lowered her face to Billy's cock. She only took about the first three inches or so into her hot mouth this time, but she began bobbing her head steadily while she scratched up and down along the lower portion with her nails, and she knew as the shaft grew extra hard and throbbed even more than in another second or two she would be swallowing his full load of love cream.
Debby was the first to cum.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed. "I-I feel Jason ... I feel the dog ... he-he's ready to shoot his load into me! Oh, it's beautiful ... oh-ohhhh ... I'm CUMMMIIINNNGGG ... OOOOHHHMMMM!!"
She pumped her cunt faster, and it was more than the poor dog could handle. With a long, drawn-out growl, his whole canine body seemed to go into convulsions as the full load of his boiling cum fired full-blast up Debby's twat.
The excitement of this caused Debby's tongue to flutter even faster than before. Above her, Helen and Billy came at almost the same time. Debby could feel Helen's cunt explode as juice dribbled down her chin.
"HOLY SHIT I'M CUUMMMIIINNGGGG!" cried Billy as his balls erupted.
Helen caught the full load of cum in her mouth. She gulped as the thick load poured into her and flowed down her throat.
Next to them, Mavis and Lou MacCauley were both watching the scene, and the sight was all it took to push them both over the edge.
"Hold on, you beautiful bitch,", MacCauley rasped. "Here it comes!"
His incredibly big prick blasted off inside her as her own flowing juices dripped and mingled together with his.
"OHHHH, BAAABBBYYY!" screamed Mavis as her climax pounded away at her writhing, sweaty body. Her nails clawed at the man's back, leaving long red scratches.
Finally, the sexual energy of the group fuck-fest subsided, and one by one the couples pulled away from each other. With a contented expression on his canine face, Jason trotted out of the room, back to wherever it was he had originally come from, while Billy lounged back on the couch and Helen and Debby sat relaxed on the floor, their backs against the couch at Billy's feet. Mavis and Lou were the last couple to disengage, after a long final kiss, and Mavis joined the girls on the carpeted floor while Lou, ever the gracious host, weakly got to his feet and made his way back to the portable bar.
"Drinks, anybody?" he asked good-naturedly. "Please," sighed Mavis. "But, uh, would you mind passing up on the additive this time, Lou?"
"Mavis is right, baby," agreed Helen. "I think we could all use a breather. How about you kids?" she asked, looking at Billy and Debby.
But the Richards children could only nod dully, their minds completely blown by their first orgy.
Moments later MacCauley came back with fresh drinks and handed them out. Then he sat down next to his wife, but his conversation was directed at Mavis.
"I hope you realize," he said sincerely, "what an unbelievable gold mine you've got for swinging here."
Mavis sipped her drink. Her mind, just like her kids', was still a little spaced out from all that had just occurred.
"I-I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at, Lou," she said.
"Well, I don't mean a gold mine financially, of course," Lou explained. "That's not what swinging is all about. What I meant was that you have a really ideal situation here."
"I'm sorry, Lou," Mavis grinned weakly. "I just must be fucked out." She cast a quick smiling glance at Helen. "I guess you know what a good lay your old man is, right?" Then, back to Lou, "But I still don't follow. This is just a resort ... people only stay here for a week, two at the very most."
Helen nodded. "Yes, dear. Don't you see? That's exactly what Lou is getting at."
"I've seen most of the people who're staying here," said Lou. "There are some retired couples, sure, and some real reserved straight types, and I'll agree that swinging wouldn't be their trip. But what about the others, Mavis?"
On the couch, Billy cocked a head in his mother's direction as he finally began picking up on the conversation. "Hey, I'm getting what you're saying, Mr. MacCauley," he said. "Mom, that sounds pretty good ..."
"See, what's going to happen when you get couples up here who are into swapping?" Lou continued. "Or when you get young sexy couples who might have thought about it, or might be willing to think about it ... well, they're going to be up here in a comfortable resort in the middle of the northwoods, with no one around who they know, who they have to feel inhibited around ... you see what I mean?"
Mavis nodded. "They'd let themselves go," she said. "This would be the ideal place ..."
Beside her, Debby broke out with a wide grin. "Gee, Mom, that could really be exciting!"
But Mavis was still doubtful. "But ... how do you make advances on a couple who you ... think might be into ... into doing something like that?"
"It's easy enough," Lou said. "You saw how we did it with you."
Billy grinned. "Yeah, but that was cheating," he chuckled. "You used that shit ... that stuff could make a marble statue horny!"
"Okay, so we cut a few corners to expedite matters," admitted Lou. "But ... well, there are other ways ..."
Helen touched his sleeve. "You know, dear," she said, "since we plan to be here for the whole week, and if Mavis and the children wouldn't mind ... well, maybe if they picked out a likely couple, we could, uh, show them how it's done. We could all invite another couple over and just ... see what happens."
Debby's eyes gleamed at the thought. The German Shepherd had been one fine lover; he'd really given her a good fucking. Her tender young pussy was already beginning to itch with need for more sex ... with anyone!
"Let's do it, Mom," she urged. "Let's pick out a couple who turns us on and invite them over, like Mrs. MacCauley says. That'd be great!"
"It'd be a great way to lose our job here if the thing backfired," Mavis reminded her.
"I bet it wouldn't backfire if we invited the Jordans," said Billy pointedly, catching his mother's eye.
Billy had said the right thing! As he knew it would, the mention of the young couple's name spread a warmth through Mavis' body as she recalled diddling herself off to the sight of the newlyweds making love the day before.
"Yes, the Jordans by all means," said Helen. "I must say I've had my eye on them myself ... a very handsome young couple, don't you think, dear?"
MacCauley nodded. "Yes ... yes, they'd do nicely," he agreed, and then he looked at Mavis. "Well, what do you say? Does the idea of fucking and sucking with those two young people turn you on, Mavis?"
The young mother could not help but moan as she pictured the newlyweds screwing each other, and how she had wished she could've been with them, getting her own pussy reamed by Mike Jordan's healthy slab of meat while at the same time feeling the hot sweaty flesh of the aroused bride slipping and sliding against her own.
"A-alright," she said at last. "I'm game. Let's do it ..."
Chapter 8
The next day, which was a Monday, was a lazy one for the Richards family. In fact, they didn't even start getting out of bed until well past eleven. That was one of the nicer aspects about this particular summer job. All that was really required of Mavis and her children by the owner was that they work their butts off on Saturday, when they had to clean all of the units between ten a.m. and two p.m. As for the other six days of the week, the time was their own, outside of such minor responsibilities as mowing the lawn or giving directions to the guests on how to reach different points of interest in the area. Yes, it was the ideal summer job and, the more Mavis thought about it, it was also the ideal situation for the things they had discussed with the MacCauleys the night before.
It had been decided, before they'd split up the night before, that the MacCauleys would be the ones to approach Mike and Lana Jordan about joining them that evening. Mavis was really on uncertain ground. She wouldn't have known just how to handle the matter without becoming extremely embarrassed and self-conscious. Of course, she wouldn't have just come out and told the young couple what she and the MacCauleys had in mind, but just the same ... And she was more than a bit apprehensive about how the events scheduled for that evening might affect her job at the resort. What if the Jordans, once they discovered what was going on, wanted no part in any swapping arrangement? What if they stomped out, intending to phone the owner of the place and report Mavis and her children. Mavis shuddered inwardly at the thought. The humiliation would be terrible, to say nothing of losing the job!
But she shook that thought out of her mind.
If Debby and Billy were overly excited about another swap session at the MacCauley's cabin, they were keeping it to themselves. And Mavis could tell, from the low-keyed way that they asked her from time to time during the day, about whether or not she'd heard from Helen or Lou that that was exactly the case.
Helen dropped into the Richards' office-cabin about three that afternoon, supposedly for a cup of coffee but in actuality to relay the message that the newlywed couple had accepted their invitation for that evening; that they'd be arriving around eight o'clock or so.
"It should be a most enjoyable evening," Helen said after a sip of coffee. "After speaking with them, I'm even more certain than before that they should fit right in with our ... er, plans for this evening."
"Th-that's wonderful," said Mavis. "The children and I are really looking forward to it."
Billy and Debby were playing outside with some of their new friends.
"Ah, then you'll be bringing the youngsters," smiled Mrs. MacCauley. "I so want to give more attention to young Billy. He's a fine specimen of young manhood, Mavis."
Although a bit shocked at the way Helen spoke so plainly, it somehow excited Mavis at the same time.
"Oh, yes," she said. "We'll be there ... we'll be there willing and ready!"
Mavis, Billy and Debby arrived on the front porch of the MacCauley's cabin that evening at seven forty-five. It had been agreed that they would arrive just a bit earlier than the Jordans, to discuss any last-minute matters that might come up before the planned seduction of the newlyweds into the world of swapping.
Helen met them at the door in a dress that clung lovingly to her lush figure. The front room was lit by softly glowing table lamps this time, and there was yet another change from the night before. A screen and movie projector had been set up in the middle of the room. Lou MacCauley came into the room to greet them from a door leading off to the left, and he was dressed as casually and looked as good to Mavis as he had the last time she'd seen him. Remembering the fine fucking he'd given her on the couch, she felt herself growing warm already at the thought of what lay ahead.
It would be a real tossup as to which of the two men she would like to be screwed by that evening. There was Lou, but then there was Mike Jordan, too ... or maybe she could fix something up with both of them!
"Ah, right on time, I see," smiled Lou, and he came over and embraced Mavis, giving her a light kiss on the lips before grinning at the children.
"And how are you kids tonight?" he asked.
"Great," grinned Billy. "My dick's been hard all afternoon. You really think it'll work, Mr. MacCauley? I've been checking Mr. and Mrs. Jordan out pretty damn good around the grounds today, I can tell you! I sure would like a piece of that little redhead's tail!"
"Oh, I don't think we have to worry much about Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, Billy," the older man smiled. Then he looked at Debby, asking, "And how are you this evening, my child?"
The girl was looking around as she answered absently, "Oh, all right ... where's Jason?"
Helen gave a throaty, appreciative laugh. "You and our pet must certainly have gotten on well last night, dear," she said. Then, raising her voice, she called out the dog's name and a moment later the German Shepherd came trotting in. "Here he is, here's our boy ... and he certainly seems happy to see you as well, Debby!"
The first person Jason came up to when he pranced into the room was the thirteen-year-old girl. The handsome animal nudged her lovingly and she returned the attention, stroking him affectionately.
"Good boy, Jason ... good boy ..." she said over and over. Her tight little cunt was already growing wet. All Debby could think about was the lovely fucking the dog had given her, and she wanted more!
After Lou had served drinks and everyone was seated, Mavis asked, "Just how are we going to go about this? You mentioned last night that we probably wouldn't be using the aphrodisiac on Mike and Lana."
Lou reached over and patted her thighs. "Just leave everything to me," he said with a grin. "I didn't mention it last night, but I'm a movie collector; all kinds of movies. Well, I'll just put one on now--the Jordans should be arriving any minute, and we'll try to give the impression that we've been watching for a while--and when I start the conversation rolling in a certain direction, you just play along, okay? You'll know. what to do when the, uh, time comes to do it. You can trust me on that!"
He made that last remark with a confident smile, and Mavis knew deep inside that she could trust him. He and Helen had obviously run through this same scenario before.
Lou stood and walked over to the movie projector. "Well then," he said, "since we have a short time to amuse ourselves here, why don't we watch a film?" Just as he reached the light switch, he said, "Oh, and by the way. I know Helen and I don't look the type, but we do have some pot here. We've found that sex goes really great with it. If there are no objections, why, I'll start a joint around once the film is showing."
"Oh, no objections from me!" Billy replied with a quick smile. Then, with a quick look to his mother to see that she wouldn't mind, he added, "In fact, I have a few joints I could add to the party myself."
With that, Lou flicked off the lights and rolled the film. If Mavis and the kids had been expecting a porn film or something similar right off the bat, they were mistaken. To their mild surprise, the film was not porn at all! Far from it! It was an old Laurel and Hardy classic from the early thirties, and before five minutes had passed, everyone in the room was smiling at the antics of the two master clowns.
"Well, we might as well start a little smoking," said Helen as the film continued. Reaching into a drawer in the small table at the end of the couch, she came out with a joint of marijuana. She lit it, took a hit, and passed it across to Mavis.
About halfway through the movie there was a knock at the front door. It was Mike and Lana Jordan, of course. Lou rose from his seat to let them in, but he didn't shut off the projector.
"So glad you could come, so glad you could come," he said happily as he ushered the youthful couple in. "We're just watching the tail end of an old film; only about ten minutes to go. Won't you kids come in and have a seat and watch it with us? You've met Helen and I'm sure you met Mavis and Billy and Debby when you checked in." Everyone nodded to each other as the Jordans found a seat. Then, in a very casual tone, Lou said, "I'm sure you can smell it in the air, but we've been indulging in the smoking of a, er, somewhat illicit substance."
Handsome, muscular Mike Jordan gave a laugh. "Sure, we can smell it. In fact, we smoked some before coming over!"
Right about then a joint came their way and they each took a long healthy pull before passing it on. Seeing that that minor barrier had been gotten around, Lou gave an appreciative laugh and went back to his spot next to Helen. The remainder of the movie was enjoyed by all, and when the lights went back on everyone was high and relaxed.
Mavis couldn't help but admire the way the MacCauleys had worked things so far. Here were these three groups of people, total strangers to each other, and already the atmosphere in the living room of the cabin was relaxed and friendly and open, and there'd hardly even been any discussion yet!
At the completion of the film Lou rose and fixed drinks for the Jordans, and refreshed the drinks of everyone else. While he did this, and while idle small talk filtered around the room, Mavis checked out the couple sitting near her. Both were dressed casually, Mike in a sweater and jeans and the red-headed Lana in a loose-fitting dress that came down to her ankles. Loose-fitting as the outfit was, though, her firm round breasts arched proudly against the material, and Mavis felt sure that she wore nothing underneath.
Helen got the conversation rolling in the right direction by saying, "So you kids are on your honeymoon! How does the married life feel?"
Mike pulled out a joint of his own and lit it.
"Oh, just great," he said. "Although it's not that different for us from before. See, we were living together for about a year before we were married."
Lou gave a good-natured laugh. "Had to try each other out ... in all kinds of ways, eh?"
In another setting, the remark might have been in bad taste, but not here. Everyone was enjoying each other's company, all of their defenses were down, and the comedy movie had injected a laughing, good humor into the atmosphere.
"Oh, that is important," said Lana, softly. "Mike and I are perfectly matched ... in every way."
"Yes, yes, it's very important," Lou continued. "Helen and I love sex. I mean it's true, right, so we might as well say it."
"I think it's wonderful that you can say it," said Billy.
"I do too," nodded Mavis. "You two really seem well adjusted to each other sexually. It's ... it's not something dirty with you, to be snickered at, but a really healthy way of expressing yourselves."
"No sexual inhibitions with us, that's for sure," agreed Helen. "Sex is beautiful. We love it. We love having it, reading about it, we even have a number of porn films in our collection."
Debby gave a little squeal of delight. "You have sex movies here?" she asked. "Golly ... that sounds neat--"
"Yes, we have some of our porn stuff along with us," Lou said. Then he added, with a nod towards the Jordans, "But I really don't think, Debby--"
Mike Jordan exhaled a bit of pot smoke that he'd been holding and interrupted with, "Oh, don't spare us! We love porn as much as the next young couple." He looked at his wife. "You wouldn't get grossed out by some sex films, would you, babe?"
Lana Jordan was shy of manner, but in everything else the new bride seemed to be a more liberated young lady.
"Oh, not at all," she smiled. "I'd love it. We saw 'Deep Throat' six times, didn't we?"
"As long as the projector's up, why not?" said Mavis. "The kids are mature, aren't you, kids?"
Debby nodded, still infatuated with Jason. Billy nodded too, wondering if anyone could notice the hard-on that was throbbing to life beneath his tight jeans, pulling them at the seams. Being only fifteen years old, Billy had never seen a real porn movie, and just the idea excited him.
By this time, Lou MacCauley was standing at the projector, threading in another reel.
"Here's a little dandy called 'Caught By Daddy'," he said. "It's one of the better ones; hope you like it." He got a wolfish, good-natured look on his face and added, "If it really turns anyone on--and it usually does--why, the bedroom is just through that door there."
Everyone in the room gave an appreciative little laugh, and then the lights went off and the movie began. There was no soundtrack, and the only sound in the cabin now was the whir of the projector as seven pairs of eyes gazed at the screen and waited ...
The flick began innocently enough, with an exterior shot of a middle-class suburban house that reminded Mavis somewhat of the one she and the kids had just left in Milwaukee. An attractive girl in her early twenties, carrying some sort of display case, came strolling onto the screen. She wore a very short dress and her ass and tits moved rhythmically as she walked up the path to the front door of the house and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by a handsome man who appeared to be in his early forties. The girl opened the case and showed the man some sample magazines she had for sale. He let her in. Inside the house, a young girl of about seventeen sat cross-legged on a couch eating an apple. The salesgirl walked in and the camera caught a shot of the man--apparently the young girl's father checking her out. Then the camera started at the girl's feet and showed the viewer what he was seeing.
The camera moved slowly upward, from the platform shoes the girl was wearing, along her lovely nyloned legs to where the dress began. She was nicely stacked and, from the way the nipples popped through the material, it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. The camera stopped at her face, surrounded by full blonde hair, and it became apparent that she had been paying just as much attention to the man.
"She certainly is an attractive girl," said Lana Jordan, her eyes somewhat glazed as she carefully watched the camera take in the chick's figure.
She's noticing the girl, Mavis found herself thinking. Does she swing both ways?
Mavis took a quick look around the room. Debby was still paying more than a little attention to the dog. Billy, thinking that no one could see him or maybe just not giving a damn, was stroking the front of his jeans. Between them and Mavis sat Mike and Lana, with Mike closest to her. They had their arms around each other and their bodies were close. Mavis wasn't sure, but in the flickering light from the screen, she thought she could see a bulge at the front of Mike's slacks. It was a big bulge, and, remembering the length and width of it from the day before, Mavis decided that Lana Jordan was one lucky female!
On the other side of Mavis, Lou and Helen MacCauley sat in rapt attention, but their hands were busy! Helen had her hands at the front of her husband's slacks, kneading him there, and Lou, with his arm around Helen, was stroking one of his wife's titties. As Mavis watched, Helen's legs parted involuntarily and her free hand dropped to her lap. On the screen, the man and the salesgirl were standing at a table going through some of the magazines the girl was trying to sell, and their backs were to the man's teenage daughter. They had also left the sample case, with a few more magazines, near her. Idly she reached over and picked one up. It was a porno magazine; a hard-core porno magazine full of hard, erect cocks pumping in and out of hot mouths and hotter cunts.
The daughter paged through the magazine and you could tell it was turning her on. As she paged with one hand, her other hand drifted to her titties and began playing with them through her blouse.
At last, with a look to see that her father and the salesgirl weren't paying her any attention, she took the porno magazine and left the room. The next scene was one of what was obviously the teenager's bedroom. Closing the door, she stretched out on the bed, pulled off the dress she'd been wearing and, propping her head up on a pillow, she continued paging through the book. Her eyes were unblinking now and her mouth parted slightly. Her tongue licked out at her lips and her free hand pulled and tweaked at the nipples of her young tits. Then the hand dropped as she spread the lips of her pussy and found her clit with her middle finger and began masturbating.
"Ooooh, that is sexy ..." purred Lana Jordan.
Her husband Mike took his eyes off the screen for a moment and lowered his lips to his wife's smooth throat. His tongue licked out and his teeth nibbled as he kissed her there.
"It's turning me on too," he said huskily. "Hope nobody minds if the newlyweds get a little horny here ..."
"Go right ahead, kids," said Lou, giving his wife's boob an extra squeeze that caused her to moan audibly. "That's what these things are for!"
Watching the lovely young girl on the screen finger-fuck herself, Mavis felt her own hot twat grow soaking wet against the clinging material of her panties. She didn't even try to stop one of her hands from drifting to her boobs, where the fingertips played lovingly with her own hard nipples.
On the couch opposite her, Billy was still playing with his cock, but he was only watching the screen half the time. The other half he was watching the others in the room getting turned on. He wished that he were the one getting ready to put it to Lana. He wished that he were the one caressing Helen MacCauley's lovely tits as she moaned with her eyes glued to the screen. Hell, he even wished that he could be the one to take care of the hots he knew his mother must be experiencing, to say nothing of Debby. His teenage sister, also watching the masturbating girl on the screen, had slunk as far down as she could go on the couch and had spread her legs, and the German Shepherd now had his nose and mouth tight up against her crotch. Debby was moaning as the dog teased her cunt through the material of her jeans.
The room was electric with sexual tension. The sighs and moans could now be easily heard above the muted noise of the projector.
On the screen, the action continued. The door to the teenage girl's bedroom opened, and all of a sudden there stood the girl's father, and behind him the foxy magazine lady, staring with wide-eyed surprise at the scene of the young chick finger-fucking herself on the bed.
The father stepped into the room. The girl looked ashamed at having been caught. The father sat down on the bed next to her and appeared to be sternly, yet lovingly, scolding her. As he did this, the magazine woman drifted into the room and sat down on the opposite side of the girl. She seemed to be fascinated by the smooth expanse of soft flesh exposed before her. Without even seeming to be aware that she was doing it, she reached out and let a hand slide along the length of one of the daughter's tanned thighs.
The girl reacted immediately. Apparently she had not made herself cum yet and she was still horny with desire. Even as her father spoke to her, she rolled over to face the other girl and their arms drifted around each other. The camera moved in for a close-up of their kiss, of the darting of tongues from one mouth to the other. Then the camera drifted down to show that, as she was kissing the daughter, the magazine girl was also dipping a long-nailed finger deeply in and out of the teenager's glistening twat.
By this time all of the cocks in the MacCauley cabin were rock hard, and all of the cunts were dripping wet ...
Mike Jordan had half turned toward his wife. The cute young bride's legs were spread under the ankle-length dress she wore and Mike had one of his legs between hers, dry-humping her cunt through the material with his upper thigh. He was still kissing her throat and palming her titties, and Lana was loving it. They were far too drunk, far too stoned, and far too horny to give a shit what anyone else thought!
Not that anyone would have minded anyway!
Lou MacCauley and his wife were a stimulating picture of erotica there in the flickering light from the screen. Helen's dress was bunched up around her hips, her legs were spread wide, and as they kissed soulfully and passionately, the woman's husband was expertly finger-fucking her horny cunt. At the same time, Helen was doing one hell of a number on him. She had already unzipped his slacks and his cock stood out hard and erect. Her fist was pumping up and down along the shaft, and both of them were panting hard.
Sitting between them and the Jordans, Mavis decided to make her move. She had loved the fucking Lou MacCauley had given her, and she'd decided that she had more than a little yen for his wife. But then there was that well-hung Mike--she had been thinking about that hard dick of his ever since she'd seen him giving it to Lana there in their bedroom.
She had to have him ...
But it had to be done right. So far this had just been a kind of sexy party. Now Mavis was about to make the first move to turn it into the swap orgy that she'd been getting turned on thinking about all day. But she needed help ... and she knew where to get it.
She looked across at Billy. The fifteen-year-old looked so horny that he didn't know what to do with himself. He was playing with his cock openly now, stroking himself as he watched Mike and Lana dry hump each other. It was obvious that he'd give anything for a chance to pump his own dick into the redhead's ready twat.
After about half a minute, he became aware that his mother was staring at him and he looked from the newlyweds to Mavis, with open lust in his eyes.
He'd take me if he couldn't get Lana, Mavis thought excitedly.
But that wasn't what either of them really had in mind, so she looked from Billy to the Jordans, then back at Billy, and the boy smiled as he caught her drift.
Before moving, Mavis took one more glance at the screen. The two girls in the film were both nude now and stretched out across the bed eating each other. This wasn't one of the cheaper films where the actors faked it. It was obvious from the roll of their hips and the expressions on their faces that the two chicks were really turning each other on. And while they feasted on each other's cunts, the father--who was also nude--was up on his knees behind his daughter, fucking the young bitch up her asshole. His asscheeks quivered with effort as he slammed in and out of her slick butt.
Mavis' pussy was soaked. My God, it must be like a river down there, she thought. I need a cock, and I need it now! I can't wait any longer--I have to be fucked!
With that, she moved over and slipped from the couch until she was kneeling on the floor in front of the Jordans. With a delicate yet authoritative touch, she moved Mike's leg from between his wife's thighs and, before the young husband was even fully aware of what was happening, she had slid the zipper of his jeans down and pulled out his hard cock.
By this time of course Mike knew something was happening, but just as he was about to speak, Mavis began giving him head. She started right out with some deep-throat action, taking all of the erect shaft into her mouth until his pubic hair bristled against her nose. Then, using both hands to tease and torment the cock as it slipped in and out of her mouth, she bobbed her face up and down over his lap.
"Ohhhh, Jesus ..." he groaned. "Oh ... that's it ... mmmmm ..." He was running his fingers through her hair, arching his hips.
Beside him, Lana opened her mouth to say something in surprise, but stopped when she sensed someone standing next to her. She turned ... and came face to face with the head of Billy's aroused pecker, a gob of cum already oozing from its tip.
"Ohhh, it's beautiful ..." she sighed, surprising even herself.
Billy reached forward and his hand moved to the back of her head. He edged her face forward.
"Take it," he said. "Suck me ... suck me until I'm dry ..."
It was as if the top had finally been removed from a pressure cooker. The sexual tension had been built up to such a degree that all anyone there could think of was satisfying the need that controlled them.
On the couch, Jason was still eating little Debby out through the crotch of her jeans. She was panting and moaning, her hips arching as the teething and breathing and licking of the German Shepherd pushed her far past the boiling point. At last she stood up and began removing her jeans and blouse and panties as quickly as she could. The juices from her cunt dripped down the insides of her thighs.
"I need you, Jason," she groaned, lowering herself to the carpet before the aroused animal. "I need your doggy prick banging at my box ..."
In their own area, Lou and Helen MacCauley momentarily stopped what they were doing in order to survey the situation.
There was Mavis, kneeling before Mike Jordan as he mouth-fucked her. Beside him sat his petite red-haired wife, giving deep throat to Billy. Down on the floor, Debby was lying under Jason, finger-fucking herself while she gave head to the horny dog. While on the movie screen, the man was now stretched out on his back on the bed and his daughter was sitting atop his cock, while the other girl sat on his face while she and the daughter traded tongue kisses and played with each other's titties.
MacCauley turned to his wife and said with a smile, "Well, my dear, it seems as if our little swap party for Mavis is a howling success."
"It certainly is," agreed Helen. "But why aren't we doing any of the swapping?" She watched Mavis' head bobbing up and down on Mike's cock and added, "My goodness, doesn't she look lovely doing that?"
MacCauley stood up and began shedding his clothes, his eyes centering in on the thirteen-year-old fingering herself and giving head to the dog.
"You're absolutely right, Helen," he said. "What are we waiting for?" He started forward, his huge pecker pointing the way before him ...
Mavis was so stoned, so drunk and so horny that for a while, everything seemed to be just a delicious, sensuous swirl about her.
She knew she had the young stud's gigantic shaft in her in mouth and that she was milking it with every technique she knew, and that Mike Jordan was moaning and gasping as her fingers, her suctioning, and her teeth and tongue made him harder by the second. But she was only vaguely aware of the other things that seemed to be happening to her.
She sensed that another pair of hands other than Mike's were lifting her to her feet and slipping the clothes from her body. A feminine pair of hands. Hands and lips. Lips that nibbled and played at the back of her neck, down her spine, as Mike himself seemed to stand and shed his clothes and return to give even more attention to her.
Yes, there were two people playing with her now, easing her down onto the carpet. Mike--big, strong, masculine--was sucking and biting at one tittie from one side while he fingered her pussy from in front with one finger and her asshole from the rear with another. And on the other side of her was beautiful Helen, doing the same--working her mouth around Mavis' other nipple and also fingering her cunt and ass at the same time as Mike.
"Ohhhhh ..." cried Mavis. "It's ... it's more beautiful than anything I've ever imagined ... two people, sucking me, fingering me ... running their hands across my body ... ohhhhh, mmmmm ... fucking me, somebody ... anybody ... just fuck me ... FUCK ME!!"
Without missing a beat, Mike Jordan rolled his body in between Mavis' outstretched thighs. He reached under her and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and eased his hips forward. The head of his cock touched the parted lips of her twat, and her cunt seemed to almost suck it in, so easily did he slide all the way into her.
"Give it to her, Mike!" she heard Helen whisper savagely.
"Ahhhmmmmm," moaned Mavis. "That's it, you big stud ... ohhhh ... mmmmm ..."
The two of them wasted no time getting down. Within seconds they had latched onto a perfect rhythm as if they had been lovers for years, their hips gliding and pumping against each other as Mike's cock rammed her cunt hole.
On the screen, in a flood of hot sperm and flowing juices, the porn movie was over, but no one was even paying attention to that any more. In the reflected light from the blank screen, the floor of the cabin was a live porn show of its own--a mass of twisting, sweating, fucking bodies amid moans and groans of lust.
Beneath the screen, Lou MacCauley lay on his back with young Debby hunched over forward, riding his massive cock. The reason she was hunched over was to afford access to her asshole for the German Shepherd.
A few feet away Billy was giving it to Lana Jordan, but good! The little redhead was having the time of her life! Her legs were wrapped around Billy's neck and she was squealing with pleasure as the fifteen-year-old stud rammed his pecker in and out of her squirming body.
And the orgy continued as Helen swung a leg over and lowered her dripping pussy onto Mavis' face. As Mavis reached up and grabbed hold of Helen's hips, lifting her face to tongue the other woman's cunt while Mike continued to fuck her, the mother's mind was flying along at the same speed as the lust that ruled her body.
This is beautiful, she thought as she tasted Helen's pussy for the first time. Mavis Richards has finally come to grips with and accepted her own sexuality. From now on, there'll be no more guilt. just all the cock and pussy I can handle. This summer ... and forever!
